A letter for you each day Hoping our fates would be 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 again. 𝐀𝐔! 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡

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.

𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑒 ➥ calm, peaceful, and tranquil sky

in which tsukishima tries to hide the fact that he has a girlfriend from his team. key word: try. book one of two. completed: 8/23/21 kei tsukishima x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) lowercase intended. disclaimer: i do not own haikyuu or any of the characters!! art from the cover by aya takano mature themes! chat/irl.

In Sugawara's point of view, only five things matter; Volleyball, his teammates, his family, formalities, and of course: You. ♥ [warning: high dosage of fluff coming ahead!! :'3] [part 3 of 'bol is loif' series] • Sugawara Kōshi x Reader • • completed + edited •

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒 | ❝ to think the most idealistic man would fall for the least idealistic woman ❞ in which an idealistic man falls for a woman that doesn't fit his ideal type. [ ONLY READ ON WATTPAD ] [ REPORT IF FOUND ON ANY OTHER SITE ] [ EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE ] [ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ] [ COPYRIGHTS © -KANRA ]

he was born in the sea's embrace, and she was graced with a silent voice, her words being the acrylic paint on the canvas of his body. |siren!chuuya x oc| used quotes: to their respective owners; i own nothing except the plot and hina.

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.

remember the devil was once an angel. ( atsushi nakajima )