( 愛 ) you should long for love from yourself more than from anyone else. suna rintarō x fem!oc unedited. completed.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ 🏢 ɞ˚‧｡⋆ moving into her first apartment in the quiet suburbs of kichijōji, y/n thought she was ready for a new chapter-one filled with job applications, late-night grocery runs, and maybe even meeting the penpal she's been writing to for years. what she didn't plan for was her next-door neighbor. grumpy, quiet, and always thudding against the walls at ungodly hours, hajime isn't exactly welcoming. but when a misdelivered package turns into small talk, and hallway nods become shared routines, something begins to shift. because sometimes, love doesn't arrive with fireworks. sometimes it comes softly- through paper-thin walls, whispered knocks, and hearts learning to open. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 🏢 ɞ˚‧｡⋆

"[...] i'm made for a soul-crushing romance, i need someone who won't be ashamed to worship the ground i walk on, because that's how i love, i give myself completely, i love every day as if there could be no tomorrow, i- god, do you know even one guy who would choose that?" 'i do', akaashi thought, swallowing a lump in his throat, because he understood. 'me.' he felt like it was written all over his face what was going through his mind at the time. 'i would choose that,' he desperately repeated in his mind. [...]" 𐙚˙⋆.🧸•₊✧⋆˚✒️｡⋆ᡣ𐭩 akaashi x f!reader, she/her pronouns, can be read as oc story, college setting, poet x muse, secret admirer; start: 24/06/2024 end: i do not own any haikyuu characters.

"don't you have something more fun to do?" yn asked. "what's more fun than studying on friday night?" that wasn't even a lie. [...] "woah, you are way more lame than people give you credit for," she chuckled. "yeah, all of this makes people think that i'm cooler," kuroo laughed, moving his hand in front of him to show off himself. yn looked down and up, her gaze following his hand. [...] "what am i exactly looking at?" ⋆｡𖦹°‧★˚🌸⋆⁺🏐˚⋆｡˚★ kuroo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, can be read as oc story, sweet teenage romance, volleyball player x oldest sister start: 07/04/2024 end: 10/05/2024 i do not own any haikyuu characters.

suna rintarou x fem. reader he's so down bad, it's almost ridiculous.

Patienter. C'est le quotidien étouffant de June. Elle n'a plus qu'un an à passer dans son prestigieux lycée privé, un an à affronter le harcèlement constant des autres élèves. Un an à survivre dans une maison où elle n'a pas sa place, et où la violence sature l'air. Une nuit, lorsqu'elle est seule chez elle, des voleurs s'introduisent. L'un d'entre eux la repère et lui ordonne de se taire, lui sauvant ainsi la vie. Alors que des mois plus tard, cet épisode semble oublié, un nouvel enseignant fait son apparition dans son lycée. Ce remplaçant n'est autre que le cambrioleur l'ayant épargnée cette nuit-là. Shayn, qui s'est exilé à Londres suite à une série de mauvais choix, se voit désormais confronté à June, témoin d'un passé qu'il avait laissé derrière lui. Pour s'assurer de son silence, il est prêt à toutes sortes d'intimidations. Mais June n'a pas l'intention de céder. Car si Shayn est déterminé à garder ses secrets, elle se bat aussi pour préserver les siens. [Début de la republication : 29/04/2022]

A beloved football player must find his anonymous hater to clear his name. ⋆☆⋆ Jake Tanner is a lover, not a fighter. Attractive, charming and popular, Jake has everything a high school junior could want: passing grades, a place on the varsity football team, and a cheerleader girlfriend. Then he finds a scathing, anonymous handwritten note listing all his worst flaws. Determined to find the writer of the note, Jake enlists a motley band of athletes, academics and artists to help him identify his secret hater ― including one Avalon Taylor. Along the way, Avalon might just teach Jake that there's more to life ― and the handwritten note ― than he thinks. ⋆☆⋆ [ Featured on @YARomance | Semesters of Love | November 2021 ] [ Stand-alone. Completed. Word Count: 25K - 30K ]

When an influencer meets (and falls for) a social media skeptic, she has to decide whether to keep her masks on ― or finally show the world her real self. ⋆☆⋆ Krista Ming has perfected the art of duality. She's a bookish introvert by day and a nebulous mix of Instagram influencer and model and club promoter by night. Juggling Pre-Medical school, two jobs, and her family's high expectations with her cool grace, sharp humour and compassion, everyone loves Krista. Except Quentin Cheng. He hates social media influencers. Krista plots and plans to change his mind, but how much can she do before she loses sight of herself? ⋆☆⋆ [ @WattpadExplorer's Editor's Pick List October 2021 ] [ @Wattpad's College Romances List September 2022 ] [ @Wattpad's Campus Life, Campus Love List August 2023 ] [ Halston University #3. Stand-alone. Completed. Word Count: 90K - 100K ]

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

❝ Don't mess with the nonexistent. ❞ when there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk on earth. ▬▬ status: completed ✓ a nct dream fanfiction a mystery / thriller au © minsyeuga 2020