XxSoulEater8xX

You look in the mirror and smile, twirling and examining the way your clothes sway. Saying you're excited isn't enough. You've known Nishinoya Yuu since you were in high school, and you've been in love with him for a longer time than you can recall, so when he asked if you were free to dine with him, you had to take a moment before telling him that yes, you're definitely free. You tried to calm down after he hung up, but he said he had something important to tell you, and your heart started pounding. Biting your lip, you stare at your reflection in the mirror, and you can't help but wonder what he needs to say. He sounded enthusiastic, an

     Gym doors open, protesting with a screech of the hinges. Actions halt, and opponents dissect a row of ravenous crows. Taut, fixed air from the gym grapples with the whispering wind from the outside—wrestling together to conjure a gauche mix, which somehow, players desire. A fortified wall of athletes stares back, challenging their adversary’s gaze.    The doors force them into sets, condensing to the point where they look like an actual flock of crows. Eyes fierce, concentration brimming, and ears yearning for the whistle to blow in their favor. The first trio moves in unison, as if it was rehearsed—victory on their

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader Hands To Myself "_______!" Tomura called. "Yes?" you quickly responded. "Neck." he said. You gently smiled. _______ _______! Nickname: Healer! Tomura Shigaraki gave you the nickname based off the type of character in video games! Quirk: Reparation. You can heal or restore anything to its original state! "Are you stressed?" you asked him. "No. Just itchy." he lied. You were the only person Tomura would ever let wrap their hands around his neck. "There." you said. No response. He hadn't changed too much in personality since you first met him. Tomura found you in the back of an alley. He heard there was some

He never complains nor yells when he’s upset. He never cries when everybody else does. He never lets his emotion take the control of himself. That’s the essence of a hero. He became a strong hero in a short amount of time, surprising the general public and raising critiques among them. He has a Villain-like Quirk, how can he be a hero? It was admittedly a strong Quirk but what if he uses it against us? As many people People feared him as admired him. Still, he kept on fighting for the citizens and against the Villains, hoping one day gain their recognition as a hero like his fellows. Then, he met (Name), a pro-hero coming from

Leaning his forehead against the cool glass of the window, Shinsou sighed in disappointment, shoulders drooping. Loving arms wrapped around his waist from behind and he felt you sigh against his back, relaxing as you snuggled into him. "I'm sorry." "Why are you apologizing?" you hummed, chest vibrating against his back. "You don't control the weather." Eyes shifting from the floor, Shinsou looked out the window again. The weather forecast had lied. What was supposed to be a sunny, beautiful day was the exact opposite, rain coming down in driving sheets and the sky black with water-heavy clouds. Definitely not optimal date weather. "I know

 A/N: To explain the plot rather quickly: The reader and Byakuya have been engaged since childhood; unbeknownst to the reader, she is not meant to be his single dedicated wife, but simply one of his concubines. According to the wiki, it is tradition for a Togami head to have one wife, but to have multiple children with the “highest quality women” there is. And the reader is just an experiment, to see what kind of child she might produce for him. These are basically a collection of letters that the reader wrote but never sent to Byakuya, and each one is connected to a certain memory shared with him. Ah, and to explain something

"Yumeko, I am literally begging you to get off of me, please." (F/n) let out a sigh as Yumeko simply squeezed her tighter, disregarding her words completely. "So you're her new favorite doll to keep hold of," Mary said, not bothering to hide the smirk on her face. "How's it feel, (F/n)?" Standing off to the side, Suzui gave (F/n) a nervous smile, shrugging his shoulders a bit. She pouted as Yumeko grabbed onto her arm. "Hey, (F/n)-chan, let's find someone to gamble with!" She said excitedly. (F/n) seemed to be desperately looking for escape. "Yumeko, um, I already did a gamble today and barely made it out..." She looked to Suzui. "Maybe a

At age two, no longer requiring breast feeding, you were promptly dropped off like burdensome baggage at a particular, dreary orphanage. You had by now ceased to remember how your infantile self had clutched desperately with tiny, stubby fingers at your father, a strikingly well dressed man, who starkly contrasted against the poverty-stricken background of these substandard living quarters. He whispered something into the headmaster’s ears before handing you over, at the same time relinquishing you of certain human rights. You were treated differently from the other orphans. Special treatment… was an ironic and gravely humorous wa

Kid pushed you up against the brick wall of the alley, his breath being seen in the cold as well as yours. One hand rested on your waist, grazing your hips, while the other was pushed forcefully against the wall. “Kid…” You muttered, your [e/c] wandering down to his pockets. No guns rested there as they always did. The two of you were alone, that was certain. “Are you sure we should do this…?” Kid shushed you, his lips puckering in such away. It made you melt inside. “Now c’mon, [Name]. You’re making me break my symmetry. You don’t know how bad I want this…” His eyes