The calendar says Monday but it doesn't say what for.
You hear a nearby ticking and you hear a distant roar.
You get up when you hear the bugle call.
You have to nail the jelly to the wall.
The galaxy is spinning but it doesn't fly away.
Dark matter holds it all in place, at least that's what they say.
You hear the running in the upstairs hall.
You have to nail the jelly to the wall.
You try to play your tenor but you have a broken reed.
The overtones are hidden and the undertones are freed.
Sometimes a tower leans and will not fall.
You have to nail the jelly to the wall.
{You're great!}Nishinoya YuuXFem!Reader [PART 2] by Pardike, literature
Literature
{You're great!}Nishinoya YuuXFem!Reader [PART 2]
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Nishinoya YuuXChubby!Tall!Fem!Reader
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School didn't end until pretty late in the afternoon. I close the main school door behind me and look around the empty campus, many were at their after-school activity. I sniffle and start walking towards the school gate.
„WE NEEED HEEEELPPPPP!!!“ I hear yelling coming from behind me.
I quickly turn and scan my surrondings. There are two boys running in a circle and yelling their heads off. One of the boys spot me standing, looking in their direction and he starts sprinting in my direction. After a couple of seconds, he stands in front of me, his face has a shade of panic.
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What's mine [Nishinoya Yuu] by Fanfictionofyou, literature
Literature
What's mine [Nishinoya Yuu]
You impatiently tapped your screen vigorously, sparing no mercy to the poor phone. After you had angrily entered the text, you pressed the 'send' button.
"1:47AM - 7/11
To: Yuu-kun <3
Message: Nishinoya Yuu. Where. Are. You."
As you watched the loading circle turned into a tick, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. You had promised yourself to be patient with him no matter what.
Nishinoya and you have been dating for 4 years ever since the both of you graduated. You were a manager in Aoba Johsai's volleyball team and met him during one of those few matches. Thinking back then, your heart will still thumped when those memories
It was strange, the way he acted around you. Even though he loved Shimizu a lot too, Nishinoya always openly expressed his feelings. When it came to you, though, it was the exact opposite.
He'd stare at you, then pretend as if you were as common as air. If he saw you in the hallways, he'd pretend you were the least interesting thing in the world to him and stare at the quiet wall. At lunch, he'd find every excuse there was to sit near you, but he'd never try to make a sound.
Why was it so difficult to speak to you? He was every bit of interested, but his mind and body would not obey his true desires. Was it because you were so beautiful tha
Jealous!Kuroo Tetsuro x fem!reader (Request) by NoneOfYaBusiness, literature
Literature
Jealous!Kuroo Tetsuro x fem!reader (Request)
A request for
(A/N): Sorry this is late >.>
The Jealous Cat.
You were his girlfriend, his queen.You weren't for anyone else but him. Whereas most saw him as relaxed, you were the only one to see his envious side. But he can't help but be a little jealous with your delicate features, soft skin and lush flowing hair. You were a catch he would not let go of for a long time.
It's a cute little story of how you actually saw his jealous side. You see, it had only been a few weeks from when you had started dating, but you saw that he was incredibly possessive of you. You received looks from boys and some girls, and even some brash confe
Little But Not Fragile-Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader by ripthisaccount, literature
Literature
Little But Not Fragile-Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader
If there's one thing Kuroo didn't expect from the transfer student who sat at his table in Biology, it would be that she was actually tough.
(l/n)(f/n) was born in Japan, moved to America, then came back to Japan in the span of two years. She was a quiet girl who took notes, payed attention and got good grades. She was always working hard, being kind, and never spoke unless spoken to. She was always polite, (e/c) eyes always watching whoever spoke to her. Her appearance was always professional, (h/l)(h/c) always brushed, or in an up-do and on rare occasions, a braid. Her skirt was always smoothed out, her red tie tied ever-so carefully. Her