He was so, so close, dangerously so. I couldn't bring myself to pull back, to break eye contact. I was entranced by him. He kept me there, locked in his intense gaze. His eyes burned with something I hadn't seen ever before. Or maybe I just hadn't noticed. "Penny for your thoughts, Si?" Dean's breath fanned my face, making me pull in a breath of my own. I needed to step back before I couldn't control myself. You. But I wouldn't tell him that. I couldn't. For one, his ego did not need it. Two, I was scared. I was terrified that this would go too far and it wouldn't work out. "Wouldn't you like to know?" The words slip past my lips faster than I can stop them. That seemed to happen around him. I couldn't control the things I say or do. Normally, I had the best self-control a person could hope for. But Dean...he was able to rip that to pieces with just one look, one word. Dean chuckles and my body warmed at the sound. He stepped closer. His body brushed mine now and I couldn't breathe. But the burn in my lungs felt nice. Dean looked at me for a few moments. I could see the wheels turning in his head. What was he thinking about? I desperately wanted to know. "Screw it." He muttered before leaning down and kissing me. ___ Saige Dawson was a longtime friend of the Winchesters, the eldest brother especially despite the fact she was two years younger than him. She'd always had a tiny crush on him, not that'd she's admit it. And definitely not to him. John would bring his sons to her father's farm where they'd spend a week or two every once in a while. Saige had grown up hunting and with the Winchesters. She'd opened up to Dean, shared all her secrets and spilled her entire life story. He did the same. So one day when he stops by for a visit and tells her that John was missing, Saige had to help. John was like a second father figure for her. She couldn't just leave him hanging. And she couldn't leave Dean hanging either. He needed her help. So she would help.

Y/n has a secret they've been hiding from everyone. Well, it's not really a secret but more of a lie they tell everyone. "My parents are on a business trip," they say. This lie, though not completely untrue, haunts them. The only ones who know the truth are Y/n, Ukai Two (their boss), and well . . . Their parents. Their childhood best friend, Kageyama, wants to know what's really going on with them. They mean a lot to him, and he just wants to understand them. As their relationship grows, so does this lie. More people get involved and slowly uncover the truths behind Y/n's past. It's not until Y/n's breaking point for them to finally come clean. Were the lies worth it? Who knows. Who honestly knows. A/n: SPOILERS FOR SEASONS 1-3! MILD TIME-SKIP SPOILERS IN THE EPILOGUE! I did not read the manga. In this, I had his mother in it and I aged down his sister to be younger. I also used they/ them pronouns in this fanfic to be as inclusive as possible. Thank you for reading! WARNINGS: abuse, neglect, alcohol use, swearing, some spice (nothing explicit)

All you had to do is stay by his side... too bad you didn't do so. 📢Caution: Some readers may find some aspects of the story offensive, so please don't proceed if you're easily offended. This is just a story after all. Iwa's ooc??? cuz he's a yandere ykno-- ps. I don't own You, Haikyuu and its characters Highest Rankings so far: #8 iwaizumixreader (2-6-21)

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰. . ˚ * * 　　　 ⊹ ˚ . 　　. ⊹ · ✧ 　　　* * . 　　 ⊹ ✦ 　 ✵ 　　　　　* * .　 · . 　 　 *. 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥. there are muture themes, but it's mostly fluff. a reader x akaashi fan fiction P L A Y L I S T 01 spirit cold // tall heights 02 are we having any fun yet? // larkins 03 kilby girl // the backseat lovers 04 close to you // dayglow 05 nevermind // valley 06 cloud 9 // beach bunny 07 bags // cairo 08 deja vu // olivia rodrigo 09 a match into water // pierce the veil 10 in bloom // neck deep 11 i fell in love with princess peach // hot mulligan 12 betty // cabeau 13 yellow // flor + misterwives 14 lover // taylor swift each chapter will go back and forth between your POV and akaashi's POV. i'll most likely post both chapters at the same time. - - - - I do not own haikyuu or any of its characters. I do not own any pictures shown in the stories. Art does not belong to me.

"𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒, 𝒽𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒾𝓉?" - - - - Kuroo and Y/N who used to be close childhood friends and lovers reunite at a high school reunion 10 years later at Nekoma High. How much has things changed for the two of them? Does Y/N forgive Kuroo for their falling out years later? - - - - SLOWBURN. - - - - I *do not* give anyone any permission to translate, create videos, or republish my work. I have all rights to my stories and would appreciate everyone to enjoy them on the platforms I post these stories on. These stories are free and I don't feel comfortable knowing others are making money off of them. (｡•́︿•̀｡) If you see my work anywhere else other than Wattpad and AO3, just know I did not give them any permission. - - - - Kuroo render by gothiclolita527 - - - -

Running into eachother. Watching their smile grow for eachother. Falling in love. It was never to be expected. Y/n l/n is a first year at Tokyo University. She's had a hard life battling something no one should have to battle. She has walls. Boundaries. Insecurities. And strength. She was ready to start her new life. A fresh start. He was ready to finally join his best friend in university. A new adventure. Create a new chapter in his life. But love was never their intention. A/N: Warning! Tissues needed. 🍂(Completed!) 🍂 🍂DISCLAIMER🍂 I do NOT own any of the Haikyu Characters! I also do not own any of the pictures in this book, I only added the title to the cover. All credit goes to the artist. Lots of research has gone into this book for a true depiction.

Il passato ritorna a sconvolgere un presente che appare idilliaco. La Fenice rinasce dalle sue ceneri, marchiando le vite di tutti. I personaggi della storia sono frutto esclusivo della fantasia della scrittrice J.K. Rowling, cui spettano i relativi diritti. Le vicende narrate invece nascono nella mia immaginazione, come omaggio e dimostrazione d'amore per il mondo da lei creato.

Hermione era scappata al termine nel settimo anno. Non ce la faceva più: memorie anguste le comprimevano il petto ogni notte, accompagnate da incubi. Era quindi fuggita in Islanda, nel tentativo di crearsi una nuova vita lontana dal mondo. Ora, sette anni dopo, una lettera la riporta nel posto al quale lei aveva voltato le spalle. AGGIORNAMENTO SETTIMANALE! (mercoledì/giovedì) [SITUAZIONE INIZIALE: Dopo guerra, Sirius, Fred, James, Lily, Lupin, Severus sono vivi, Ronald si è sposato con Lavanda, Harry con Ginny. Lupin, Ted e Tonks vivono in Scozia, mentre Sirius e Severus vivono a Grimmuld Place]

Harry Potter e la sua esistenza perfetta stravolgono il 'quieto' vivere del corvonero Draco Malfoy; ma la vita del corvino si ritroverà irrimediabilmente toccata da una sfida... e dalla forte sovrapposizione tra vincere il ragazzo e vincere la guerra. AGGIORNAMENTO SETTIMANALE! (weekend) La storia non segue per niente i fatti accaduti nella saga🤓 [«It's snowing, Potter»; tratto dalla storia] «Certo che tu devi sempre rovinare tutto con quella voce da idiota» ha un tono scherzoso. Io scuoto piano la testa ridendo leggermente, senza togliergli gli occhi di dosso. «Sta nevicando, Potter» «Uh?» domando, come se mi fossi risvegliato ora da un sonno profondo. «Sta nevicando, non è bellissimo?» mi domanda di nuovo, guardando i fiocchi che lentamente scendono e si appoggiano sugli alberi, sulle foglie, sul terreno, sulla neve già caduta; ma anche sui nostri corpi, per sciogliersi subito dopo, a contatto con il calore. [17•05•2020- #62 in Drarry on 1,48k stories]

Dal testo: "Il sole è troppo egoista secondo me: se ne sta lì, fermo ed immobile, mentre tutto un sistema gli gira intorno. La luna invece è affidabile, sincera. Continua a girare, girare... intorno alla Terra ed allo stesso sole. E poi, cosa più importante, è il simbolo dell'amore. Non c'è cosa più fantastica della luna quando si parla di metà. Il sole è sempre integro, la luna quasi mai. È mezza piena, mezza vuota, un po' come sono io senza te."