DROWN IN THE OCEAN OF YOUR TEARS. ( poetry. )

'let me play you like a doll baby' ©notnotae Inspiration from TV show 'Euphoria' #1 euphoria ranking 9/19/25

bewitch the boy with the moon shaded eyes. ( izuku midoriya! )

you are the sun after a long winter. ( rin okumura. )

"Let me harvest your splendor until it's as clean as a pavement." kiyoomi sakusa x reader art cover by: 涙子 in pixiv you are a money loving pianist who finds beauty in everything, and apparently kiyoomi fits your very definition of beautiful. this will contain some spoilers for the manga, i will refer to everyone by their first name in this fanfic. no warnings, just chill in this one. though the plot is super messy so uh, i've warned you on that one lol.

【ｔｓｕｋｉｓｈｉｍａ ｋｅｉ ｘ ｒｅａｄｅｒ】 ❝being with you is as natural as breathing-and I have never imagined otherwise.❞ He considered her as something that cannot be grasped, like a flower reflected in a mirror or the moon reflected on the water's surface. He can see her, but he cannot touch her. She was something that is beautiful but was an unattainable dream. A mirage. all rights reserved ➳ 2016

inhabitants of a false world. ( katsuki bakugou. )

d.osamu x reader | Taking refuge in a house that no one dared to even glance at the end of the street, you, (y/n) (l/n), discover that things are alive in this house. The paintings become unnaturally saturated when you walk past them, yet they dull into dusty hues when you stare at their averting eyes. The floorboards creak when no one is stepping on them, and the stairs seem to watch your every move. There is something in this house that you just cannot place a finger on.

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐. The seed of friendship planted over the course of five years was never given the chance to grow. All that remains are time-worn memories of your childhood that still smell of warm grass and the simple safety a shadow once provided you, but perhaps this time, it will finally bloom.

d. osamu x reader ONE-SHOTS | The death drive, known as Todestrieb in German, is the drive towards death and destruction; such are aggression, compulsion, self-destructiveness. And you, the love of his life, the fragile sparrow bone in his calloused palm, stand before him as though he is not prepared to split his heart open with a knife, ensconce you within and slather honey on the wound; that you will live and not inhabit another. He enlivens all within you the ecstatic instinct for destruction. He, split and unravelling before you, crushes you in his grip, throws himself against your ribs, afraid that you are nothing but a cruel manifestation of his self-destructiveness.