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   There is something inexplicable about Sunday nights I never liked, and I am sure I never will. Maybe is how they inevitably precede Mondays, which we all know no one likes, or at least people with a job on Monday do not. Maybe is the fleeting light and relaxed atmosphere that seems so unreal once the sun has time to rise again. Maybe is because the streets are a lot more filled with people than usual; the traffic becoming a constant flow instead of packed periods of time through the day during which even the purest of mouth become experienced sailors. Or maybe is because everyone seem to think is the only day during the week when they can

{ Kise Ryouta / F.Reader } Soulmate AU: where you have a clock counting down the time left until you meet your soulmate; it becomes white when it reaches zero.   A warm presence like the sun, bright and gentle, the type of person everyone likes, the type that gathers others around them naturally…   Will I really be able to make such a person happy? “In the beginning… No. Even now, I keep wondering about it. I keep asking myself such questions. No matter how much time goes by, I will probably never stop thinking and wondering about it.” “Why?” “’Why’?”   “It has become

{ Matsuoka Rin / F.Reader } Theme: waiting   He is seated on the hard old wood of one of the train station's benches. The faded green paint is coming off in chaotic patterns and he finds the one in the gap between his legs particularly intriguing.   He is there again waiting.   The soft murmuring of cicadas is accompanied by the even softer shuffle of pages, a constant and comforting rhythm. His nails pick at a patch of paint, but he is not making any efforts to rip it off; he is just looking for a mean of distraction. The heat is excruciating really, but Rin is unsure if he is sweating so much because of the temperature or the quiet pr

{ Orihara Izaya / F.Reader } Soulmate AU: where one person carries the name of their soulmate and the other the date and hour of their first encounter.   Irrational.   It was the only way you could define your state of being. Although, you should be all over the place with probably despair and jealousy, both your mind and heart were focused; mind locked in hatred, while heart beat with ardent passion of love.   You stared down at the inking on your chest – 折原 臨也 – running down vertically, as if the characters were actually inked directly on your heart and not your skin. Tracing the pads of your f