summer girl ; " not my type. " - top rankings : - #1 on ushijimawakatoshi - #7 on ushijima

{w. ushijima x fem!reader} a second year transfer to karasuno becomes the second manager of the boys volleyball team. who finds herself getting into more trouble then good when she has to go find crazy first years who ended up at the shiratorizawa volleyball gym. [lowercase intended, light mode recommended]

Wherein Beomgyu hires Taehyun -a fake boyfriend- from a rather peculiar website in order to make his ex jealous but instead, finds himself falling for the man even if Taehyun is far from Beomgyu's ideal type. . . . Highest Rankings: #2 taegyu (01/08/2021) #1 thewattys2021 (10/08/2021) #1 strangerstolovers (23/09/2021) #1 beomhyun (23/09/2021) #1 txtfanfic (23/10/2021) #1 thewattys2021 (03/11/2021) #1 beomhyun (21/01/2022) #1 strangerstolovers (08/12/2022) #1 txt (08/08/2024) . . . This book/story/AU/fiction is completely self-indulgent and in NO WAY related to the TXT members in real life. It's written for fun and entertainment purposes only. The plot is mine, except the characters.

//‼️PEASE READ‼️// Just so everyone knows this is not my original work I put it on wattpad so it would be easier for some people to read. The original is on the website Archive Of Your Own. So please give the original artist credit. Thank you. Summary: "Have you ever heard about the origami hearts tradition in the hospital?" Taking the heart, the child excitedly inspected it, nodding in glee. "Yes! My mama told me that when someone leaves the hospital to go to heaven, we all fold a paper heart for them! Like this, like this!" "That's right," chuckled Soobin. "But do you know how it started? It started here, in this room. From a boy who used to fold a paper heart every day for his lost love, hoping each one he makes will take him closer to the day those eyes would open again." "Unfortunately for him, the day never came." In other words, a hopeless love story of two childhood best friends who didn't realise what it meant to have each other until it was too late; compiled of yearning, loss, forlorn hope, unrequited love, and every tragedy in between.