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“... What’s _______ doing?” You almost jumped out of your skin hearing that instantly recognisable voice from the orange masked man behind you. You scramble to hide the papers you have scattered all over your desk as Tobi watches you, head tilted to the side. “Nothing!” You yell, but it looks like not even Tobi’s going to accept that answer as he continues to stare at you with childish curiousity.  “... Fine.” You sigh, relieving a little of the tension that you had built up. “If you must know, I was writing a story.” Tobi squeals in delight and starts to ask if he can read it, befo

“... What’s _______ doing?” You almost jumped out of your skin hearing that instantly recognisable voice from the orange masked man behind you. You scramble to hide the papers you have scattered all over your desk as Tobi watches you, head tilted to the side. “Nothing!” You yell, but it looks like not even Tobi’s going to accept that answer as he continues to stare at you with childish curiousity.  “... Fine.” You sigh, relieving a little of the tension that you had built up. “If you must know, I was writing a story.” Tobi squeals in delight and starts to ask if he can read it, befo

Valentine's Day was the day of the year that made you feel most awkward. Being a rather introverted and shy person by nature, you always felt really embarrassed whenever you involuntarily witnessed a couple's lovey-dovey actions. In your opinion love was something pure and intimate, so you didn't understand how they could display their affection so boldly in public. Sure, it was wonderful that two people could love each other so dearly, but this love was only special when it was spent in togetherness. So it was needless to say that you felt out of place. As you walked down the hallways of Kaijō High, you tried your best to tune out the

This was supposed to be a story D: Now you'll all have to settle for a crappy fail-story T^T im sorreh~                                                                                              ~*                                                                                              ~* You had trained yourself not to be bothered when the doors and windows banged shut in your little home. 'Oh, I must have left them open again.' Even though you knew for a fact that you resented opening them in the first place due to the dust from the nearby construction site. You had taken to wearing long-sleeved and polo-necked clothing even i

—Protecting You— Yandere!Mikasa x Fem!Reader [Trigger Warning: Mentions an abusive and possessive relationship.] Today was the day a lot of the youth decided to join the Training Regiment to become brave soldiers. To be a solider meant to work together, and get along with your fellow cadets. It was essential that the youth learned that important lesson from the start, so they were required to have a bunkmate. If only it were easy. You watched as all the other girls quickly bonded with one another, and they had chosen their bunkmates. You were left standing alone. You peered through the crowd, hoping to find one other girl who

(Diabolik Lovers) Yandere! Laito x Reader    Obsession     A pencil snapped in half in Laito’s death grip. He tried not to care when (Y/n)’s seating partner was playfully wrapping his arms around her. Subconsciously, he was biting his bottom lip until it shed a little blood. “Oh Laito! You’re bleeding!” that sweet voice of (Y/n)’s filled his ears that made him perk up; she was by his side, already dabbing the blood away from his lips with a tissue. He was filled with pride when he got (Y/n)’s attention, sending the boy a prideful smirk as she was distracted, “Oh adorable-chan~ you make me fe

For: JustABrokenSpirit (https://www.deviantart.com/justabrokenspirit) Colour: Cornflower Character: Terushima Genre: Fluff (bittersweet maybe?) Additional Info: Feel free to do whatever you want with the genre- my idea is a rough idea but if you're inspired to do something else, go for it! I'm sure it'll be amazing either way! Word Count: 897 --------------- "(Y/N), heeeeey." You don't respond. "Psst! (Y/N), heeeeey." He kicks your chair from behind, and you whip around with all the annoyance you can muster. In a hushed but harsh whisper, you seethe, "Terushima, what the hell do you want?" He flicks his pencil off his desk, and it rolls toward the front of your foot. It's a pal