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To: NekoMama From: SexGod So… Apparently you’re cheating on me? Wtf is this, (Name)? To: SexGod From: NekoMama What? What the hell are you talking about? To: NekoMama From: SexGod You. And some dude. Some DUDE!! Who is he, (Name)? Who managed to beat me in looks and intelligence? :cries: To: SexGod From: NekoMama OMG, are you serious right now? I’m not cheating on you. That dude is your friend, idiot. To: NekoMama From: SexGod So it’s one of my friends huh? Which one? Iwaizumi? It’s always that beautiful bastard щ(ಥДಥщ) To: SexGod From: NekoMama :D :D :D Okay, yes itR

        Tobio had never had a proper birthday.      He barely remembered his birth mother, a woman who was little more than a faceless shape and a kind voice. If there had ever been a party in his honor while he still had birth parents, he had no memory of them. His foster mother – if she could even be called that — had barely remembered he had a birthday at all.      When she’d finally remembered, she had gone out to buy a day old cupcake, shoved a used candle on it and that was it. No presents, no party, nothing. It was nothing like the parties the other kids or their parents talked about at his previous daycare, nor w

 No way was Hinata Shouyou a pervert, but he always found himself bleeding when he saw [Name]. Specifically bleeding through the nose. It was still a mystery, even to Tsukishima who was a know-it-all smart ass. But, maybe it was because it was hot in the gym? Or maybe was it because he liked her, in a sexual kind of way? No way. He was way too innocent. But then again, as a teenage boy, he thought she was sexy. Beautiful. Flawless. Wonderful. All of these words ran in and out of his teenage mind when he saw her walk through the gymnasium doors with Kiyoko, their dear manager. There was a time when [Name] hugged him from behind and the bloo

notes: ◈ also known as "the great demise of nat's shit writing (please forgive me)" ◈ gender neutral! reader ◈ candy shop au because everyone in haikyuu is a sweet dork lololol they will be the death of me ;; ◈ triggers and warnings: i've already sworn once and this is so sweet you will get instant diabetes You had to admit, you had a bit of a sweet tooth. You always sought out the stands selling sugary goods at your school's festivals, you were known as the keen desserts addict in class and your best friend was the child of a confectioner, who gave you candies free of charge before they were released to public if the

        “Uncle Tooru! Uncle Tooru!”      Lev skidded to a stop in front of Oikawa, visibly huffing for breath but with a twinkle in his eye that being unable to catch a breath could diminish.      “I learned something today!” Lev stated once he had managed to breathe properly. “Want to hear it?”      Not really, Oikawa thought, but the look on Lev’s face kept him from saying it out loud. Instead, he turned on his million watt smile and bent down to look at the silver haired boy.      “Sure! What is it?”      “Well…”      Lev’s voice trailed off and a sli

        October 16th.      The day your little baby finally became a big boy.      You’d planned on having a party to celebrate his birthday, inviting some of the children from the daycare to celebrate at the local restaurant, but Kenma had staunchly refused. There would be strange kids, strange adults and he’d be in a strange place, Kenma had whined. Couldn’t they just stay home? Not even having his brothers there had assuaged his fears. So instead the invitations were given only to their uncles and that was that.      Practice ran late (or rather, you was sure your husband and his band of merry idiots didn’t wa