Delicate [Sidon x Injured!Hylian!Reader] by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER, literature
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Delicate [Sidon x Injured!Hylian!Reader]
“Come with me.”
Cool rain pattered softly against your face, and the small waves of the lake gently licked the tips of your fingers as the storm swelled in its rage and majesty. At the mercy of the wind, the green grass wicked aggressively against your body as it cradled your form. Despite the intense throbbing within the festering wound of your leg, despite the horrific ache grasping your head as a furious monster ready to tear apart its prey, despite the tempest bellowing against your broken frame, numbness washed over you as a wild sea wave engulfs the tiny pebbles of the beach.
The tears once shed became lost with the rain,
It Can Wait Loz x Reader by VampireGodesNyx, literature
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It Can Wait Loz x Reader
You took a couple of steps back so you could fully take in well over a month's worth of hard work and sweat. In front of you was something that resembled a log cabin style clubhouse. It wasn't very big, and it wasn't very impressive, but it was yours. After it was decorated and personalized, you had no doubt it would be an awesome place to hang out. “I really don't think it looks that bad at all. Actually, I think we did a really good job.” You placed your hands on your hips and smiled wide. “Still, it would have been a lot easier if we'd just fixed up that other house.”
“I like this a lot better than th
A Have a Plan Volke x Reader by VampireGodesNyx, literature
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A Have a Plan Volke x Reader
“You've been sitting out here drinking since dinner, you know.” Looming over you, Volke stared down at you with obvious disapproval in his eyes. “Don't you think you've had enough of that?”
“Where did you come from?” Volke's sudden presence was enough to make you jump. He had a terrible habit of appearing out of thin air, and it wasn't something that you could get used to. “Never mind, it's not important.” Dismissing your question, you turned your attention back to his. “I'm a big girl Volke. I can decide for myself when I've had enough.”
“Hmm. Is that so?” Ignor
little attentions | ushijima wakatoshi by captain-ciella, literature
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little attentions | ushijima wakatoshi
You have been dating Ushijima since the first year of high school.
Neither of you remembers who asked first – it all went smoothly: first, as you were in the same class as him, you were meant to speak to each other, even if you were not talkative – and neither was he, but you somehow managed to get along together. Then, as you both became the captains of your clubs – athletics for you, you were meant to speak and to meet more together. And one day, you noticed that you were dating him – that was what the other said when they first saw you kissing after your club's activities. But you were indeed dating him.
Neither
Oikawa Tooru x Reader
Haikyuu!!
Warning: I don't know if this would be considered angst but be warned!
Note: Where soulmates are matched with a tattoo on their wrists.
Present Day
You hadn’t expected such a question but somehow you knew that it was inevitable. The story of how you met your soulmate wasn’t a story you are very fond of sharing. Because before he had found out about you, you had hated the idea of soulmates sharing the same tattooed symbol on their wrists.
It wasn’t because you find it a work of fate and destiny because you do believe of them. Instead, it was Oikawa Tooru who made you question if it wa
Occupied with Love | Bakugou Katsuki by itbeajen, literature
Literature
Occupied with Love | Bakugou Katsuki
Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi.His love for you was overflowing, and at times, overwhelming. He couldn’t help himself. After all, of the few people that he trusted with all of his heart and his entire being, you were the one person who he not only trusted, but loved and cherished.
Many times a day, there’s an overwhelming urge to call you despite knowing that you were busy. He wanted n