"You're fifteen." A story in which humor wins over hearts. "Just give me the damn vodka." camilo x fem!reader COMPLETE I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE ENCANTO CHARACTERS!

"Aw, shit. Well, if we weren't dead before, we sure as hell are now." Jeonghan says that the end goal is to stay alive. Jisoo is convinced that the only real objective is to fuck shit up. Seungcheol has no faith in either of them and, quite frankly, kind of feels like passing out. They're not the best trio, but they'll have to do, because Jeonghan is the only one who knows what he's doing and Seungcheol is not trying to die before he sees 21. ⋆ Seventeen Government Dystopia AU | Primarily Jihancheol centric | Slow updates but who's surprised? | © okidos 07/15/18 - /xx/xx/xx

xviii, april. (iv). gravestones as empty as the bodies buried beneath them. © playlist poetry

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Going to a university far from home where no one knows you and instantly making friends with the elite seemed like a good idea at the time. After finding yourself in drama and bad situations and of course, catching the eye of the infamous playboy eren jaeger, things begin to take a turn for the worst. ❧ set in college, all characters 18+, no titan powers, set in normal world. smut. content for 18+. talk about drugs and sex. talk of SA/ SA action. drug use warning. talk of stress eating disorder. talk of suicide and suicidal action. talk about death and killing. DV/violence scenes. reader discretion is advised. enjoy. cover art credit to: lunarells !! please do not ask to translate/repost my work!!

college hockey player Wes Graham has tormented Adare Wells since they were in the first grade. pulling her hair, breaking her crayons, calling her names-- anything to get her attention. they spend all of high school together, never giving each other the time of day until they end up on first day of university. there's only one empty seat, and it's next to Adare. even though Adare hates Wes and he's an asshole to her, they both have some baggage that only each other seem to understand.

Annalise sees the world as though she is looking at it from afar. As if it's just a meaningless painting in a museum that she is observing. Admiring the beautiful strokes and the imperfections that somehow manage to make it even more intriguing. The last thing she would ever expect is someone reaching out from the painting and pulling her inside. The colors feeling as though she can practically taste them on her tongue. Suddenly being indulged by something she once saw as so two dimensional. Something that she once thought had no soul, no form of beauty beneath the surface. Only being able to see a pretty frame and gorgeous yet seemingly meaningless brush strokes. A life hidden in plain sight. Highest ranks: #1 in library #7 in fictional characters #1 in cute #6 in high school #1 in slowburn #4 in teen romance

Kira Kokoa was a completely normal girl... At least that's what she wants you to believe. A brilliant mind-reader that's been masquerading as quirkless since she was a just child. Rejected by people and messing up over and over. Sometimes even a mind-reader has trouble trusting people. But when she meets a fellow bullied reject that's just a little bit like her, she puts her own defenses down just a little... To help him with his own. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭." (MHA x OC)

"Who made you be this way?" he asked curiously as he focused on me intensely. I scoffed, "The devil in disguise did. He burned me in hell." "Is he the reason for those scars on your arms and wrists too?" his voice came out so low, which caused me to pull the sleeves of my sweater further down. "He was. Besides, those are not scars, they are battle wounds." I sucked a deep breath in. "A battle with whom?" his eyes were filled with concern and I had to avert my gaze from his to the glass of water in front of me. "Myself." - Imagine falling so deep in love that you eventually lose yourself. Imagine falling so deep that you're scared you might never be able to forget him and all the pain, heartache and sadness he put you through. Imagine falling so deep that you find yourself crying your heart and lungs out on the cold bathroom floor in the middle of the night just hopelessly screaming and begging to get over him. highest rank: #30 in Teen Fiction [02/19/2017] Sequel: TIME WILL TELL ♡