On your 16th birthday, you get the name of your soulmate on your arm. Tadashi Yamaguchi often scribbles and doodles on his best friend's arm. Kei Tsukishima is that best friend and he wakes up with Yamaguchi's name on his arm.

"Death is death and there's not much we can do about it. But what comes after is in our hands." The sequel to In Another Life by LittleLuxray that nobody asked for-but which I simply had to write for myself. ~ In Cloud Atlas, Robert Frobisher writes in a letter to Sixsmith that "a half-finished book is, after all, a half-finished love affair." This story is my attempt to finish what was written by a different author five years ago. Bokuto is my favourite character in Haikyuu; Akaashi is his favourite person. Reading In Another Life a week ago, I felt empty. After rewatching Cloud Atlas I realised why that was. The story needs to end. And death is not an end, but a door. There are too many stories about the ones who leave. This is for the ones left behind, the ones who stay. For Akaashi. Now available to read in Portuguese! https://my.w.tt/GgVJWW5nVbb Now available to read in Spanish! https://www.wattpad.com/story/263165181?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=sallyhopewrites&wp_originator=z0AFrHpAAC8sFf7fXra7mKqHtY%2F9c6s1ovkkyxp241U2I4ET%2FMTzyovWwr3vAtFjG6OTz6uXyD6xjTEuH0iXOtkTsL93mowLuREchpsMZCkB6iesq17mFyfykiPVhX%2Bv

"Hey Jojo, do you think we'll both make it after this battle?" //first Caejose story. Also if anyone knows the artist to the cover could you let me know? Thanks. <3 also THIS STORY WAS RUSHED SO IT SUCKSSSS AHHHHHH >part 2 spoilers

art ain't mine this is a P.O.V story don't ship it??? well, don't read it angst warning. but don't worry it turns to fluff in the end slight homophobia mention warning

This story is written by @Auroramyths on achive of our own (AO3) Cover is also made by me

a small game of truth or dare goes great until Josuke gets a certain dare. art not mine

Cover image is by @lintufriikki on twitter! . . Jean Pierre-Polnareff spends his days working at a small cafe, in a small town which he's grown quite fond of over the years. He's gotten into a routine with the customers, and knows almost everything about them from simple gossip or overheard whispers, but... How is he supposed to act when the literal embodiment of an Egyptian God comes strutting in one day and clogs his thoughts with dark, honeyed eyes and an infectious smile that Polnareff tries to deny he wants to taste.

dear suga, I'm writing you this letter, because something isn't right... i think. ©️hqheaven 2018

"What are you waiting for? I don't have all day." He grumbled. "Right!" I knew I shouldn't have climbed on that bike, but what could possibly go wrong? (I do not own the characters, cover image from google.)

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ❛❜𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 , 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 .❞