Taco's in a relationship right now. Is she happy about it? No. But it helps with her strategy. She tells herself that she'll keep this up until she(hopefully) wins, because it works. The breaking up part is a problem for her future self, and for now, there seems to be nothing in the way of victory for her. Until a certain someone shows up and inserts herself into the competition, and Taco may or may not start to develop a crush. This a rewrite of my first II fanfic on ao3! Posting it here because the cover I made turned out so good

[⚠️‼️ WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS MENTIONS OF DEATH, IMPLIED SUICIDAL IDEATION/SELF HARM, ETC. I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT READ THIS IF IT TRIGGERS YOU IN ANY WAY. I GET PRETTY HEAVY WITH THIS STUFF SOMETIMES. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.] "Y/N Jefferson always had it out for Philip Hamilton. You could say it was genetics. You could say it was their fathers living vicariously through their children. Or you could say, plain and simple, that their hate was impossible, by every possible combination of words in the English language, to truly define. This, of course, ended the day Philip Hamilton was shot and killed. November 23, 1801. Y/N had attended the duel merely to taunt Philip. Instead, he watched the other boy bleed out and die while his parents cradled him in their arms, mother wailing through tears and father, once so prideful and shameless, too stunned to speak. That same night was when Y/N took his own life, hearing his last sounds being the horrified screams of his father while he slowly but surely lost consciousness. Shortly after, the young Jefferson awoke in his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead, with only the lingering ringing of the gunshot he placed upon his chest and the faint memory of the vast nothingness he could only assume had been hell, and yet... there he was. Alive and well. It is then that he discovers that, in fact, he is long in the past; ten years so, to be exact, and the very first day they met at boarding school... and he seems to be the only one around them who remembers their cruel fates. Now, Y/N Jefferson isn't just a bitter rival of the Hamiltons- he's a silent observer, trying his damndest to convince young Philip- and by extension, himself- that this can all be resolved, all the while reliving the life he watched end far too soon... and battling emotions he didn't think possible for the son of his father's greatest enemy." - i crave more mlm & male!readers on this site AWUGHHH i am being the change i wish to see in the

જ⁀➴ Even after TPOT, Two and Gaty are still close friends. Two has always had a crush on Gaty, though, and there's no denying that. Gaty, on the other hand, only sees Two as a friend-or does she? As they become closer, it seems like nothing could get in their way-after all, they're practically destined for each other. But as soon as it seems like they're finally about to be something, everything comes crashing down. Because as William Shakespeare once said, "The course of true love never did run smooth." જ⁀➴ I am a minor, so I will not be writing any smut, as it makes me very uncomfortable. Chapter ideas are welcome as long as it doesn't include anything inappropriate. જ⁀➴ This is a humanized AU and includes: -Swearing -Fluff -Angst -SH જ⁀➴ Updates once a month

!Warning! This is my first fanfic, so it may contain spelling/grammar errors, cringe and bad descriptions of things - Paper and OJ both have feelings for each other. However, Salt still feels she has a chance with the man of her dreams... Trigger warnings: Homophobia Self-Harm Blood/gore mentions Depressive episode (?)

WOWIE WOWIE an XFOHV Fanchildren AU!! 🥹🥹 been a while since you've seen one of these, huh? 𝘰𝘳 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬- ANYWAYSSS!! this fic is mainly fixiated on Fourx and Gattwo so yeah! Following ships include: 💙💛 FourX 💚💜 Gattwo 🩵🤍 Sixnine 💜🖤 Fiveseven 💙❤ Onethree ❤💚 FourteenFifteen and more!! (the objects make certain cameos too XD) so if you don't like any of these ships mentioned, please don't read!! I don't wanna make you uncomfortable :[ okay that's all!! this book is still in WIP since I just started,,, will update you on the rest!! until then,, enjoy! ^^ 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!! Despite this being a fanchildren AU fanfiction of xfohv, it ironically does not include any forms of nsfw, pregnancy or anything related to that. But although there are some explicit implications, it's never directly shown in this fic. Thank you for reading!

ART BY ME!!! Tennis Ball and Golf Ball have always been a team. Planning, leading, winning together. So when people start shipping them, Golf Ball is quick to shut it down. Platonic. Obviously. Except... stress lingers longer than usual. Comfort feels warmer. And Tennis Ball starts noticing things that statistics can't explain. A Tengolf series about teamwork turning into something more-slowly, naturally, and without rushing the confession. Clumsy Tennis Ball. Bossy Golf Ball. Soft angst, lots of comfort, and feelings sneaking in when neither of them is looking.

❏ HUMANIZED LIGHTBRUSH Have you ever been fired and hired on the same day? Probably not. But Paintbrush has. After getting forcefully resigned from their old job, they stumble across a lonely cafe. Wanting coffee but being too lazy to walk to an actual Starbucks. Unfortunately, their art skills got them dragged into a new job. Will they be able to handle the barista job? Who knows. But they will surely meet a few annoying customers on the way.

The more they hang out, the more they realize how much they love her. Paintbrush doesn't know why they feel the warmth in their cheeks and the butterflies in their stomach. Maybe she's the reason for it? If they get confidence and maybe a bit of persuasion (from literally everyone), will they be able to confess? Join Paintbrush's adventures dying and being flustered by being near their short, glass friend! Inspired by smth on instagram I forgot the person's name tho (This doesn't have any plot, I just did it for fun. i think-)

UHH LAME ASS COVER CUZ IM LAZY, MY 1ST NICKLOON FANFIC, not a good writer but I try😀

geez, a new contestant and a robot cross paths, but who would ever fall in love so easily? not like they could anyways. one was a machine, the other was a possible decendent of someone evil. both were restricted from talking to the other, they were forbidden. but would that stop them? maybe not.