ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♪|| Wanna know how to be smooth like me? Then use these pick up lines LOLOL. -this book has been completed *ANIME PICK UP LINES BOOK 2 is out now!!!!!* *ANIME PICK UP LINES BOOK 3 is out now!!!!!*

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- ╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 ❞ - 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐤𝐢 𝐧𝐨 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧 - 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 - 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 - 𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 - 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 - 𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡 - 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧 - 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 - 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 - 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐨 - 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 - 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚: 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 - 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 - 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 headcanons #1 - 03.11.21

everything was blue... his pills, his hands, his jeans... ... and he's blue Completed 6-2-19✓ * sequel :" angel under the mask " out now! °this story takes place in current times, instead of the late 80's early 90's as the game takes place, and they're all seniors in high school° !!!!!!!!!!!!!! #1 in Sallyface !!!!!!!!!!!!!! #1 in sallyfacexreader ❤️ #10 in sallyface (1.17.19) #18 in sallyface (1.11.19) #21 in sallyface (12.23.18)

THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN. cover credit: @/salmonii_art on instagram ▌│█║▌║▌║ "ᴵ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ᵛⁱˡˡᵃⁱⁿ." "ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵃˡⁱˢᵗ. ᵀʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ qᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ?" ▌│█║▌║▌║ While things may seem innocent at first when Y/N L/N finds herself in her favorite anime, everything takes a dark turn as she realizes that everything isn't quite as it seems in the world of heroes and villains. [This story will mainly be focusing on the villains and the ways that the hero society is discriminatory to other people. The hero commission and most pro heroes are not the good guys in this fic.]

Your only friend was Larry. Not many kids wanted to socialize at the apartments. You lived in room 401. 402 was always empty, until one day, someone moved in, and that person was a boy name, Sal Fisher. He wore a prosthetic mask after an incident happened when he was younger. When he moved in, You were hanging out with Larry at the time. When Sal introduced himself to Larry and you, a friendship blossomed. Though, it was more than just a friendship to you. (Sorry, I'm bad at writing descriptions) (Cover Art does not belong to me)

Don't listen to her. the death was instant, they said. but you can still smell the rot and shit, the smell of the car. Stop listening to her. the mans pulpy remains, the brain stuck in your hair. he was going too fast. She won't stop speaking, taunting. now here you are, in your grandmothers apartments ready to start anew. The two boys intrigue you, but will they be like every other male you have met? will they run their fingers up your spine, whisper sweet nothings- that make you want to vomit? hopefully, you can wash away your past. like that of writing in the sand; cleansed by the sea.

Y/N was walking around the garden while her other family members were at the picnic spot. While walking, she suddenly felt a pat on her shoulder...