Eyes of A Predator | Rin Matsuoka by JustABrokenSpirit, literature
Literature
Eyes of A Predator | Rin Matsuoka
[Mild Sexual + Very Mild Suicidal References]
[Villain!Rin]
His grip on her is the light touch many a ballroom dancer have trained to have and she wonders if he’s this gentlemanly with his victims.
The room’s a special mixture of crimson and white, class with a warning. It’d taken months to get here - involved with a crowd in which every man and woman swaying gracefully to the music has a gun or knife or a past they will never regret. She doesn’t belong here (a mouse at the gathering of cats) and yet this has been her heart’s desire.
After all, he’s here and the masquerade mask can’t hide the viole
[Haruka x reader]
Morning came like any other day, bright and sunny. The birds chirped ever so joyfully on the outside, singing a melody to which he had grown to enjoy listening over the years. No cloud obscured the horizon; the sky was as blue as the water he so much loved. It was a fantastic day, one which promised many things in his life.
And the most important of all was that he was going to enjoy a peaceful Saturday in the swimming pool—the same one to which he had gone for the last couple of months. It was a brand new place, located in the opposite side of the school; which also meant not many people visited
As You Turn Away || Rin Matsuoka by xRedxMoonx, literature
Literature
As You Turn Away || Rin Matsuoka
[Rin x reader]
Warning: Death of character
Standing face to face, you could read it in his eyes. No word left his lips; there was nothing else to say. His gaze spoke so loud, showed the turmoil within his mind. He was torn—as you were.
Your heart gave a painful thud, fell to the pit of your stomach. Like cold water, despair soaked you to the bone. Your insides twisted, your soul broke as part of it slowly faded away.
A strangled noise left your lips, and your hand flew to your mouth to stop more sobs from coming out. At the sound, his own lips pursed—as if he were forcing himself not to succumb, not to reac
knuckles. / rin matsuoka by hiimawarri, literature
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knuckles. / rin matsuoka
"Ow, that hurts (Name)!" Growls a maroon-haired shark.
"Well maybe next time you shouldn't punch the wall, dummy!" Replies an irritated girlfriend. All he did was sulk with a scoff as the (color) haired girl scolded her partner. Even if he didn't want to admit it, she was right. If he hadn't reacted the way he did, perhaps he wouldn't have hurt his hand to begin with.
No, he didn't beat somebody up . . . but he wanted to. He can remember back to just how furious he was, and it made him feel angry just thinking about what triggered his rage.
Earlier that day, you had gotten up on stage in a public theater to perform, which was something Rin
Doorbell ringing frantically you let out a disgruntled huff rolling over in the bed. “Ugh, who is ringing the bell so damn early this Saturday?” You mumbled after having seen the clock, which read seven-thirty. Grumbling you kicked off the sheets stumbling from the bed clad in a large navy Iwatobi swim shirt, your lacy turquoise panties occasionally showing with each step. Making your way down the hall you rub at your eyes, your brows furrowing with each ring echoing off the walls in your home. “I swear if it’s a telemarketer trying to sell shit again I’m going to beat the crap out of them.”
“[Name
Dread lingered in the man as he struggled to unlock the front door of his home, trembling with each and every moment. If the phone call of extreme anger was to be correct, there would not be any presence of a happy family in the home. Indeed, his first step into the darkened house was greeted by the silence that could only say a single thing - That _______ indeed had taken upon her threat, leaving nothing but fading memories of happiness that was only to be found long ago. The realization of how the unhappiness had grown came to him all too late, and now there was not a chance that their family would never be together again.
_______ and thei
Anticipation at Iwatobi: Makoto by LawlietLady, literature
Literature
Anticipation at Iwatobi: Makoto
You feel yourself about to fall, but his strong arms catch you before you reach the ground. Almost as though it were reflex, he pulled you closely to him, but he stopped this action before you got too close to his chest. Makoto takes a good look at your face, the last thing you were hoping he would get. You try to turn away your face, covered in smudges of gold, pink, and black, but you know it's already too late. "Hey, (Y/N), what's wrong? Did something bad happen," the tall, muscular, dreamy angel softly whispered through his tender lips.
You felt his eyes on you, focused yet rendered as a dove to lend you an olive branch of hope and peace
Anticipation at Iwatobi: Haruka by LawlietLady, literature
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Anticipation at Iwatobi: Haruka
Your book-bag pulls you backward in your fall after colliding into your crush, but while he may have stumbled, he regained his balance just fine. "Hey, (Y/N), are you okay," Haruka asks, reaching out a hand to help you off the floor. "Yeah, uh, I think I'll be okay," you answered, but your legs were still trembling. You wanted to run, but something in you forgot how to do that. All you could do was stay there completely frozen, embarrassed as hell in front of the best swimmer in all of Iwatobi. Cocking his head to the side, Haruka checks on you again: "Are you sure about that?" He takes your hand in his. "Let's walk you down to the nurse's of
Anticipation at Iwatobi by LawlietLady, literature
Literature
Anticipation at Iwatobi
While the cherry blossoms have a while to come out of hiding, many hearts are in full bloom at Iwatobi, because Valentines Day has officially passed. But that's not the only thing making for all the sparks in the air! A new tradition is about to begin at your high school! As old tradition has always been, the girls still make chocolates for the men they hold affections for, but one thing has changed for the upcoming White Day. A faculty member in charge of student relations speaks it into existence over the intercom at the end of daily announcements: "And finally, there will be a White Day Dance on March 14. So for White Day this year, show t
Four Walls [Haruka Nanase/Reader] by seunhwa, literature
Literature
Four Walls [Haruka Nanase/Reader]
~X~
If I were to name all the qualities that I loved about Haruka Nanase, the list would be endless. But there were four things that stood out to me the most, and that is. . .
His passion.
No one would believe me if I told them that the guy was in love with water. Such a unique trait that I've never encountered with before. It was as if he was meant to live underwater, where it's beautiful and peaceful, just like the man himself. The fire in his azure hues would light up at the mere glimpse of it, to the amusement of his friends; his dear friend, Makoto, never ceased to be surprised by his best friend's antics, even after knowing each oth