Ashlynn Wylde. Age 22, about to be 23. She has three friends, two being family. Growing up, she was always told how odd she was. People gave away a lot with their eyes and Ashlynn was desperately avoiding the intimacy eye contact brought with it. After a terrible encounter when she was in high school, she found herself with a scar stretching from the inside of her palm all the way up to her upper arm. After seeing how much her family struggled, Ashlynn is determined to appear normal. During college, she made her first friend who also happened to be her roommate, but she counted it as an accomplishment. Always trying, she would bring her eyes to people's noses or to a space on their face as close to their eyes as possible...hoping...praying that people would never figure out that eye contact made her want to hurl. People were terrible sometimes, but Ashlynn was on the hunt for the good ones. Now, graduating college, she finds herself as the maid of honor for the only friend she managed to make. With this wedding, comes a whole lot of terrible encounters that push Ashlynn out of her comfort-zone. Most of those encounters she'd put in the same file labeled "Rylan Thatcher". A man who desperately wanted her eyes to remain on him. -- -- "Ronnie used to go on and on about how much he adored it when your eyes would focus on him when he was talking to you." His hand ran up my arm, fingers brushing over my scar. He hooked his hand under my wrist bringing it up and around his neck, our eyes connecting for a second. "I get it now." My breath caught as his hand ran along my neck, thumb pressing against my lower lip, parting them. "Under your gaze, I feel like the most important person in the world." He leaned down, his lips brushing mine. My eyes fluttered shut, but he pulled back causing them to open again. A smirk pressed to the edges of his lips as he made his way lower, brushing his lips against my torso on his way down. "Eyes..." Kiss. "On..." Kiss. "Me." 100K+ words~

Logan Romano took the NHL like a hurricane- dark and brooding. With his natural talent, brute force and sheer determination, he goes completely unchallenged both on and off the ice. He's notorious. Both for his success and his stormy personality. With a scorned, broken, heart and battered ego; Logan swore to never fall in love again. And he was a master at keeping his promises. Until he met November Levine. While Logan is a lightning strike and gloomy grey skies, Nova is the beaming sun and blossoming flowers. She's the closest sunshine gets to being a person, acting as a bright ray of joy and optimism. When the polar opposites strike a deal and Nova moves in to Logan's home, tensions run high and feuds quickly begin. But above all else, Logan is forced to revoke his promise to himself. Because once he's stepped into the light, it's almost impossible to plummet back into darkness. ✩✩✩ "Nova." I whisper, my voice low and hoarse against her neck. "Stop it." "Stop what." She whimpers back innocently as her thighs tighten around my hips. My teeth nip at the skin on her jaw in warning. "Either stop teasing or put me out of my fucking misery." November pulls her head back from mine, resting it against the wall, and bats her lashes up at me. "Say please."

• pre-hunger games -> post-mockingjay pt 2 • Finnick Odair X female OC •I edit as I post the chapters (if I can be bothered) A story in which two victors find peace with each other, fitting together like puzzle pieces. As the world burns around them, they will always find their way back to each other.

ೃ༄ 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 🔱🌊˚◞♡ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ☁️ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲, training the kids from your district, as a mentor, hoping they would win. Kasia thought she was finally over with the Hunger Games and never had to go back into an arena. But she was wrong. She had to go back, one last time. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 ally with Finnick, district 4. She can't help but understand why he got that many sponsors. ೃ༄ 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 🔱🌊˚◞♡ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ☁️ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 〘The Hunger Games 〙 〘 CATCHING FIRE + MOCKINGJAY 〙 〘 FEM!OC X FINNICK ODAIR 〙 〘ONGOING 〙 〘 © SUNNYSXNFL0WER 〙 ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :TOP🎖️: :; 🥇in Jennifer Lawrence || 06/28/25 || 🥇in thgfanfic || 01/27/24 || 🥈in thgfanfic || 02/05/24 ||

"She might not talk, but she can tell one hell of a story" Dia doesn't talk by choice, only a few people know why. She communicates by sign language and so her friends were left with no choice but to learn the language so they can understand her. She is never seen without her camera, always taking pictures of everything and anything. Her dog, Biscuit, always by her side. One day, Dia decides to accept her friend Tony Stark's invitation on staying at the Avengers Compound. There she meets everyone and they get to meet her colorful friends. "I can levitate for short periods of time" Dia signed, a small smile on her face, her eyes shining with humor. "It's called jumping" Clint spoke up. "You already have a name for it?"

-Small hiatus because of college.- I feel like it's my anger that has helped keep me alive. UNEDITED twilight fanfic 1-5, slow updates! -Small hiatus because of college.-

A sweet girl who sees the good in everyone. A grumpy guy who just wants everyone to fuck off. A chocolate milk accident that's brings them together. Secrets. Lies. A dark past. What could possibly go wrong? Or right? Maybe a love story. Or something so much more. ♡︎ "His blinding white teeth again then "I like when you say my name," I cock my head "Enzo?" He hums "Hm?" "I like it when you touch me. It gives me butterflies" I say, drawing a butterfly on his chest with the tip of my finger. He's quiet for a moment then "Oh yeah?" I smile "Oh yeah" ♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎ #1 in GrumpyxSunshine #1 in brooding #1 in strawberries #2 in bubbly #1 in Althea Started: October 8th, 2021 Finished: July 4th 2022

Emery Ashford had a smart mouth. She was known for it. As an outgoing teenager Emery was always hanging out with friends and with a lack of filter she always said what was on her mind. Especially if it had to do with that irritative jock. She hated him with every fiber in her body. She hated his charming nature, his arrogance, his lack of care, and the way he got on her nerves. But the thing she hated most, although she'd never admit it, is that she would stick up for him. Not like he ever needed it. She wanted nothing more than to get away from him. But it's completely impossible. He lived right across the street. Everything about senior year had been going smoothly until, Bang. Jackson Riley had a pretty mouth. Pretty face too. As the school's football captain he's always been the talk. For years he's been entertained by the smartass that is Emery Ashford. She was a pain in his ass, but he knew he'd be bored without her. When he ends up giving Emery another concussion, he's determined to make the last two months of her senior year hell. That's if he hasn't been doing that already. There's only one thing in his way. Concussion or not Emery isn't going down without a fight. It seems the more she doesn't want him around, the more he happens to be. She thinks her life is spiraling into the ground...but maybe she has it all wrong. With an offer she can't refuse and a heat of the moment bet, it's time for the both of them to realize that there's a thin line between love and hate. And with an injury like this, that line is surely to blur. #1 in annoying [12/30/22] #1 in brothersbestfriend [1/6/23] #1 in hate [1/15/23] #1 in teens [1/28/23] #1 in tension [3/18/23] #1 in summer [5/8/23] #1 in player [5/13/23] Started [Oct 2022] Finished [May 2023]