❝𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗯 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗻❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝖨𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖢𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖪𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖤𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ✦ 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰 .-.

❝ CLEANING THE HOUSE IS NOT 'MALEWIFE BEHAVIOUR', IT'S CALLED BEING A RESPONSIBLE ADULT. ❞ ━━━ al-haitham's friends scribble his phone number in one of the stalls of the girls' washroom, and he ends up getting a message at 3 am. [ al-haitham x fem!reader ] [ college au ] [ chatfic/textfic ]

You are a tired, underpaid over-caffeinated college student with no fear or shame that works part-time at a bar. There, you meet big scary men you have no trouble sassing, fellow exhausted college students, and a few members of the richie rich club. There will be humor, horny, stupidity, looney tunes ass fights. I hope you enjoy!

[Two Birds, a Crocodile, and a Little Bit of Everyone rewrite] You've never been any good at making friends, but people always seem to attach themselves to you, one way or another, and you to them. Yet trouble will always follow you like a warpath, leaving a blackened trail in its wake. In this life, and the next. (this is a major fucking slowburn if yall are prepared for that)

A One Piece x Gender Neutral Reader! .・゜゜・・゜゜・．» ──────» ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ «────── « .・゜゜・・゜゜・． "Ugh I don't got time for this shit, if only Ace just grabbed Luffy and ran instead- bUT NO- HE HAD TO FUCKIN DIE." Fumbling around my jeans for the carabiner that held my Student ID, which was the key to my door, I was thinking about the frankly, quite amazing dream I had the night before. Don't ask me how but I managed to dream about Law and the Straw Hats. Stars appeared around my face as my eyes turned all dreamy. "Ah, to be so close to Law~ if only I could be dropped back there~" I finally slide my key card in my door, seeing the little green light flash at me five times to let me know that my card had been accepted. I opened my door and walked in, relishing the space I had been given, especially since I didn't have a roommate. Setting down my satchel that had all my supplies by my desk, I walked over to my bed and flopped down onto it and let out the most horrendous screeching noise I could into my soft pillow. "Ah, much better!" I said while lifting my head off the poor pillow, which looked slightly traumatized, "Welp, it's time for dinner now I guess, and by dinner I mean crackers or something because I don't feel like going to Commons." I stood up from my bed and stretched, expecting to feel the nice feeling of some of my sore spots cracking, but instead- "ACK- WHAT THE FUCK-" .・゜゜・・゜゜・．» ──────» ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ «────── « .・゜゜・・゜゜・． There are descriptions of violence, abuse, trauma, and depression occasionally in this story, along with dark themes. I want to make those scenes as realistic as possible, so if any of the above triggers you, think of maybe reading another one of my One Piece stories. If not, then prepare for the long ass ride that is this book!

(y/n) was blessed with the opportunity to grow up with the rowdy ASL trio but has no desire in her heart to be a pirate. Instead she sees herself playing a much more important role. A role that'll impact her favourite trio and many more made specifically for females sorry [I only own the plot so please enjoy]

Some hot person (masc he/him pronoun) one piece shit. Chaotic asf, gay asf, all are welcome. Everyone uses They/Them until proven otherwise. This is a re-write of my old version of this story, it's still published so you can read it if you want idc.

The zombie apocalypse has begun, and unfortunately you have no idea how to even survive a week. And of course you were right when you get infected straight away. But when you wake up again, you quickly realize- you didn't come back as a zombie. But something else.