@sour.kenji Of course I'm here for you @y/n Last time someone told me that it was a lie @sour.kenji Do you really think I'd ever lie to you? @y/n I mean maybe haha @sour.kenji Lmao A story in which Kenji goes soft for someone he met online. And said someone is eager to meet the person they've been spilling their heart to. [Kenji Futakuchi x Gender Neutral Reader] - My first story so the quality is low lol -

Her lungs burned with each breath she took, nipping her at her heart. As she cough to rid the unpleasant discomfort it had only grew more painful. The pristine, ceramic toilet was overflowed with hues of purple, daubed with ichor. The beautiful lavender petals looked daunting with her scarlet blood tainting the beautiful florets. She heaved a breath and brought the hem of her sleeve to her mouth unconsciously to rid of any remnants of the humanly substance. She cursed when her ivory school jacket had soiled. In this world, such a beautiful yet cruel ailment exist. Where one who suffers unrequited or one-sided love rasps flowers grown inside their lungs. The Hanahaki disease. This disease is inhuman. Pure wickedness. And Meraki fell for someone who's heart belonged to another.

In which you learn to fall deeper in love with the stoic boy who is, in reality; a tsundere. 💕 {warning; this drabbles set will contain high doses of sappy fluff ♥} [part 1 of 'bol is loif' series] • Semi Eita x Reader • • completed + edited •

Y/N was stunned to see her boyfriend of two years, Semi Eita kissing another girl in the empty hallway and hears as he says. Semi: yeah, I'm single now... Y/N's eyes are drenched with tears when they meet with Semi's widened eyes. Y/N left the scene, and avoid meeting with him again. Her father was moved to work in another country, so she left after she graduated from Shiratorizawa. Six years have passed, now Y/N's back to Japan and past the test to work as a civil servant. She moved to an apartment only to find out that the person nextdoor, her new neighbor is Semi Eita, his ex, a musician at night and a fellow Civil Servant at day. Note : - Slight changes of POV - Forgive me if there's a slight OOCness - English is not my main language - Forgive me for misspelled words or grammars - The characters from Haikyuu belong to Haruichi Furudate - I'm still learning to write. - The cover was made by me but the art is not mine. - Pictures on the stories are from pinterest Start: March 23rd 2021 End: April 29th 2021

miya osamu × fem!reader COMPLETED // uniAU  ((text/scriptfic format))  a fic about falling in love again   EL/HQUALITY、 MAY/JULY 2020

Kageyama Tobio. The King of the Court. Abandoned by his teammates in junior high. (y/n) Transfers over from Jozeneji and loves volleyball. She was left behind by her friends, so she transferred to Karasuno. Will she avoid volleyball altogether, or seek a way to play it joyously again. Kageyama x fem!Reader DISCLAIMER: I used many, m a n y, videos from the Stage play. it may be annoying. Also, I do not own "Haikyuu!!". All credit to the original creator author of "Haikyuu!!", Haruichi Furudate. And composer to most of the songs, Shunsuke Wada.

[S/N] [F/N] is an assistant at an studio now the studio that [F/N] works at has a new project to do the "Hyper Projection Engeki" the anime haikyuu!! what happens when [F/N] meets this Oikawa like guy this guy is auditioning to stage play Oikawa Tooru 'Asuma Kousuke'.

[Requests Are Open!] ahhh.. this little cute being deserves more love, so i decided to make some one-shots about him! (of course, i don't own you or kousuke (i wish)) just to remind you, i will only accept request if they are commented on the request page.. • mostly gender neutral & female readers (i still can do male readers.. but they'll probably be really bad) • fluff, angst, AUs, scenarios, headcannons... but no lemons or limes (sorry)

"You're being too casual about this. Come on," you pulled his arm, "there's a first aid kit in the staff room." "I mean, you're not exactly flipping shit about it either. Aren't girls supposed to be grossed out by stuff like this?" He slipped his hand from yours and wiggled his bloodied fingers in front of you. "Why?" You pulled the large red pouch down from the shelf and started digging through for bandages and antiseptic. "I don't know, blood and shit?" You stopped digging and looked up. "What do you think we do every month?" Or the one where both you and Satori experience abuse in separate ways, and bond over it. Basically cliche after cliche . It's better than the description lets on. TW: abuse, yelling, substance use, swearing, violence Art isn't mine, creds to the artist. I'll change it when I have the motivation to make one.