"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name...
I saw a guy standing on the edge of the cliff. He was wearing a navy blue jacket, jeans and a pair of sneakers. What bothered me the most was the black bucket hat that covered half of his face. Little did I know he was South Korea's famous soloist, Byun Baekhyun. -------------- I don't own the images, all credits go...
You are a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team! Previous #1 in Fanfiction
Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written...
What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]
She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?
"WTF!" the guy pulls his covers over his head. "Oops, sorry. I'm y/n, do you remember-" "No, and I don't care. Now get out. I'm gonna sleep."
"So you're telling me I'm supposed to be dead? How the hell am I replying then?!" In which she sends texts to her dead senior until suddenly, someone starts replying back. warnings: mention of death, depression and suicide inspired from anime kimi no nawa and orange Highest: 1 in jin 1 in kpop 1 in textfic 37 in fanf...
Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [w...
A short story about a 19 year old girl who gets obsessed with the idea of finding something, when really, it's right in front of her face.
Preston Richards is a sarcastic little shit who likes to blog about Harry Styles. But she never imagined he would see any of it. - No translating or reposting please. ©whadduphazza
"Alive.." He started to say, repeating the last word. "That's how you make me feel."
Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.