NightFall05

Note - (h/s) means high school name. Reader is an innocent kuudere in this. PG13! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was your first day at Karasuno High. You had switched from (h/s) to Karasuno a bit later in the school year, so you had no friends and had no idea where you were. Attempting to peer over everyone’s heads, you stood on your tiptoes. You were really short, like ridiculously short, and it was sometimes annoying, such as in this situation. Some pointed brown hair flashed from the corner of your eye, distracting you. How did they get it so spikey? Hair gel? Whi

"So Phil, are we boyfriends now?" Dan giggled, tracing circles on his lover's bare chest as they lay in bed that night, cuddled together in a loving embrace. Phil smiles, opening his eyes and looking down at Dan, their blueness shinning in the darkness as he kisses his forehead, saying, "I think it's pretty obvious we're dating Dan," squeezing the boy tighter. Dan smiles, leaning up to kiss his boyfriend once more, Phil cupping Dan's cheek to deepen the kiss, drawing them closer together, bare chests sharing warmth as their heartbeats thumped in time, creating a melody of their love. They broke away, smiling as they rested their foreheads

“Come along now, (Name),” her father called out. (Name) scampered behind him, fixing her tight socks and tiny flats. “Coming!” (Name) responded. They both walked on the clean side walk towards the cozy coffee shop. (Name), annoyed, pulled up her knee high socks and flattened the casual dress. Oh, God; dresses can be so annoying! The only occasion today was going to the coffee shop near the house to watch TV unsuspiciously. Not to mention that father was acting “The Innocent Dad” beyond belief. I know it might sound silly, but (Name) always compared him to a super villain; always locked away in his work roo

(Sorry guys, for the story to work the way I want, you have to look like Astrid. Other things will still be your choice.) You carefully stepped off the boat looking around. You hadn't seen this place in years. You hadn't seen these PEOPLE in years. You'd always refused to come back when your grandparents came to visit for Snoggletog, but that was because you knew you were old enough to live alone for a couple weeks. It wasn't hard to toss a few logs on the fire or catch a few fish. Plus, you had skills with a sword or axe. You could feed yourself and tend to the house alone and no one in your village ever questioned that. Still, you had to a