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Shouto [4.26 pm] Todo-kun!! Are you coming over today as planned? [4.27 pm] Oh, [Name] Yes of course, I wouldn’t want to miss it I was just about to leave [4.27 pm] Perfect timing! Can you drop by the convenience store and bring along a box with those super fancy donuts that are in sale this week? Maybe, 2, 3, how about 10 boxes? Or an indefinite supply of donuts? [4.28 pm] Huh? Have you lost your mind? Did Bakugou fry your brain with his explosives? [4.28 pm] What?? Of course not. I’m just having random cravings My brain has been fried by the amount of finals we had to put up for the past few weeks. Im surprised you’

Where We First Met Your eyes scanned the note in your hands. Your eyebrow twitched when you read the little insults thrown at you on the note. Such insults being: loser, air-head, Sasuke calling you a lazy bum indirectly, and let's not forget the end of the letter. You scoffed as you thought 'The better, the smarter, and the superior one in this relationship my ass, little twerp!' Also, you had decided that you were going to definitely wear pyjamas now to where ever you were required to go. Nonetheless, the mysterious yet sweet message made you feel happy. Then, you realized what he had written. Travel to where is all began. That meant that

Stargazing   [Sasuke x Reader] It was a peaceful-chilly night. The gentle cool night breeze blew ever so gently against your soft skin. The cold, cool breeze made you feel calm and at peace because throughout the day the air was thick, humid and hot which made you sweat like a gorilla. The night being the opposite, where the silent, pin-drop silence made you feel relax and the breeze feeling nice against your heated temperature body was the reason why you loved lying down on top of your house roof next to your boyfriend at night. This was the perfect moment for you. The perfect moment that you shared every second night with your boyfriend,

[Neji Hyuga x reader] Warning: Death of character.                                   Upon arriving home, dried tears still decorated your puffy cheeks. There was a hole in your heart as you dragged your feet inside, the walls closed in on you and made it difficult for you to breathe. You left the door open –an old habit of yours by now–, but no one would follow you in. The fact had yet to sink in; the realization that you were alone. He was gone. You gripped his headband in your hand; the metal felt cold against your skin. It would stay forever like that, never would warmth wrap around it. No one would ever wear it again; its

Sometimes, words offer no comfort, and actions are utterly meaningless. One has faced such an awful trauma that nothing can reassure them...Nothing except an expression that screams their own pain at them. During the starry night on July the 23rd, a young, striking male stared at the flickering flame that illuminated his dark room, with an intense gaze. His expression was stoic, an expressionless expression which wasn't etched with the slightest of emotion. His face remained its usual pale colour, the moonlight from the outside, delicately shining through his window, upon his pale skin, giving him an aesthetic of a striking angel. His obsi

note: honestly, I'm not sure what I'm trying to do in this fic 😂 at the very least, I hope it's funny ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ may be crack-ish and ooc, but headcanon that oiks and iwa are down for some girl talk if either of them had a sister /shot older brother!oikawa tooru x younger sister!reader ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) You were in your older brother's room just hanging out with your brother and his best friend. Nope, just kidding. You were trying to tell your brother something important, but it seems like the volleyball magazine he was reading was worthier of his attention. "Tooru." "..." "Oi, Tooru." "H

Watch Me Gallery Warning(s): None. (Photo of your headphones: http://d3ieicw58ybon5.cloudfront.net/ex/315.371/u/bd0e211779114571a9b051d73408fb0c.jpg) Title: City Life Number in Series: One Pairing: Shizuo Heiwajima x Reader Fandom: Durarara Word Count: 1,066    You walked down the sidewalk, keeping your head low. A pair of headphones rested on your ears, music blasting from them. You didn't listen to the outside world, it wasn't important. You didn't have any problems with the others around you and they didn't have problems with you, so you didn't have to pay attention. All you had to do was keep walking and get to where you were going. Yo

Reader x Izaya - Catch Me Warning - This piece contains sensitive material related to suicide and depression. Read at your own risk. You hum to yourself as you wait for the mysterious person you were to meet. They said to meet here, in this exact spot, exactly an hour ago. Sighing deeply, you decide it is time to head home; the sun has long gone to sleep and the moon’s rays illuminate the dark streets. Did he forget about me? you wonder, kicking your feet back and forth. Standing from your spot, you hoist your messenger bag up your shoulder and begin walking towards the sidewalk. “Excuse me?” a voice called from behind.