❝ is that raspberry lipgloss? ❞ suna rintaro and y/n only know each other through stories and glances from afar. so when they run into each other and he embarrasses himself in front of her, a series of events leads to them falling in love. but they're both oblivious dorks. or in which suna rintaro experiences the best love story thanks to his little sister. * . ☆ . * suna rintaro x fem!reader fluff+crack semi chat-fic ©-meconopsis, 2024

❝ want me to kiss it better? ❞ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ╭ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ⋆ ★ ┆in which y/n meets the esoteric boy ┆that used to doodle on her in class years ┆later at his tattoo parlor ╰┈➤ tendou satori x black/hispanic (fem) reader est. 050821 -rintoons©

❝ CLEANING THE HOUSE IS NOT 'MALEWIFE BEHAVIOUR', IT'S CALLED BEING A RESPONSIBLE ADULT. ❞ ━━━ al-haitham's friends scribble his phone number in one of the stalls of the girls' washroom, and he ends up getting a message at 3 am. [ al-haitham x fem!reader ] [ college au ] [ chatfic/textfic ]

Iwaizumi had grown used to constantly being in the shadow of his best friend - especially when it came to female attention. That's why it surprised him when the new girl at Aoba Johsai took a liking, not to any other guy, not to the infamous Oikawa Tooru, but to him. Now he had just one job, make sure you never EVER leave him. ~~~~~~~ Trigger warning: possessive behavior, toxic relationship, stalking, spying, manipulation, abuse, violence. ~~~~~~~ Disclaimer - I do not own any of the haikyuu characters or the picture on the cover, they belong to their original owners.

To L, she was an unknown piece in the giant game of chess he was playing with Kira. Or rather, she was the wildcard third person that had enough influence to disrupt his carefully laid out plays, and that demanded that he solve the enigma known as (Y/n) Yagami. She was dangerous, and knowing this, she wasn't above using her influence which made her a worrying variable. If he was going to solve this case, he had a feeling that he would need (Y/n) to be playing for his side, which was easier said than done since it would further require uprooting her seemingly unwavering loyalty to her brother.

THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY THE MOVIE HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE BY STUDIO GHIBLI! I DO NOT OWN THE MAIN IDEA OF THE STORY "Don't worry, they say he only takes the pretty ladies." The strange moving castle on the hill, the charming young man that took you on a dance to the sky and the horrifying witch that chased you down. Your life as a flower shop keeper was going well until he arrived, bringing the war with him as he swept you off your feet and into the adventure of a lifetime.

"eh? i didn't know you play the drums y/n-chan!" [ongoing!] [femoc!insert] [hqxaotxohshc and possibly more] [extended description inside] [started: 02/04/2022] -siriuslycv 2022©

❞ 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❞ 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄 // 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲 // 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴𝘀.. ❞ 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 #𝟳 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘅𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬.𝟬𝟭.𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 #𝟭 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝟮𝟵.𝟬𝟰.𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙮 @/𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗶𝗲𝘇 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗸

two clueless lesbians and a messaging app

Vierne Obolensky is the last heir of the Obolensky family, the family of Earls in Moscow, Russia. With a demigod's destructive powers in both her hands, she killed everyone who touched her, leaving her alone in an abandoned mansion away from human civilization, waiting for a peaceful end, until she meets music, music in human form. As he takes over her days and nights, she is lost in his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes that invite her to kill again, this time, to secure a position as the most powerful mediator between gods and humans, the ruler of death, the judge of purgatory, a Gatekeeper. As they go on a journey of self-discovery, they meet other magical beings, exorcists, gods, devils and star sprits. Music falls prey to his old deeds under a fatal curse. "My death awaits me," "Not if I rule over death," With a sweet savage and a romantic pervert by her side, will such a sheltered girl ever get to the Gatekeeper throne every demigod wishes for? Dear Ms Lady Demigod Copyright 2018