After the celebrity, Sasuke Uchiha saw me once, he announced on national television that he was offering one million dollars for anyone would knew information about me, Naruto Uzumaki. What will happen when we meet again? Is he actually the man he appears to be? Exactly what do I mean to him?

What was he doing here? "You're The Kid Who Has Guts." "I'm guessing you want to know my name?" I expressed. He lifted his eyes up, lashes thick and long, grazing against the apples of his cheeks as he blinked gracefully. "It's up to you." He replied, shrugging. I stared at him, light brown freckles scattered on his skin like stars. His mouth turned up into a friendly smile, rows of white teeth flashing. Strange. A boy like him being nice to a boy like me. Something couldn't be right with him, he's acting as if I'm important in his higher universe. I clenched down on my teeth, gritting them back before I could say something rude, "Just call me The Kid Who Has Guts." Because it's not like Dean Winchester will ever talk to me again. *completed in 2017* *** Disclaimer: I do not own the show "Supernatural" or its characters. This is simply a work of fiction. I do not take any part in the show, other than being a fan. WARNING: ABUSE, SEXUAL REFERENCES, ANGST AND FOUL LANGUAGE Author's Note: I made the cover, I didn't take the photo. I added the font, the effects, the color etc...

@bi_fry: space is the shit 【@bi_fry you have one new message from @spacegay!】 ❰HR: #319 in fan fiction 09/04/17❱ ©empressrice >> 2016

// Klance >> This is my first official fic and it's really bad. After being dared to fool around with Takashi Shirogane's little brother, Keith Kogane, Lance quickly learns that he has bitten off quite possibly more than he can chew. In the end, will he allow himself to fall in love or will he break the heart of someone who learned to trust him most? !! mentions of abuse + other things, please read with caution if you're easily triggered !!

There were two things that Keith disliked the most about college: 1. His roommate's taste in music 2. Sanchez Aka. Keith and Lance become texting buddies thinking they have never met but they do in fact know each other and dislike each other with the passion of a thousand stars. This story was originally posted on AO3, my username is on my bio if you want to go read it there. The mixtape on part 9 has a playlist on 8tracks if you want to listen: http://8tracks.com/caelestespiritu/do-starfish-dream-of-flying

It's 1995, and Castiel's high school years are destined to be difficult: home-schooled until eighth grade, he is awkward, shy, and socially inept. The weird kid with the funny name would rather isolate himself and draw in his sketchbook than deal with the constant bullying he faces every day. Things only get worse in his junior year when he excels in home economics class, leading the captain of the baseball team, Alastair, to start taunting him for being gay. Then new student Dean Winchester arrives at Flour Bluff High School, sharing many of Castiel's classes. Castiel has seen his type before -- handsome, athletic, arrogant, and sure to be the most popular kid in school. But Castiel eventually learns that he and Dean have more in common than he thought, and they form an unlikely friendship. This story was originally published October 20, 2010 as part of the Dean/Cas Big Bang Challenge. Warnings: Bullying, homophobic language, some violence related to bullying. Cover for this story comes courtesy of @_thebat

Lance gets bored and ends up bugging Keith to get his attention. You may be thinking that I'm tryna be a HIPSTER and COOL because of my DEEP and PHILOSOPHICAL title name.... actually I just couldn't think of one so I just chose the song i was listening to (chopin). Impromptu (adj): done without being planned, organized, or rehearsed. Which is funny, cause i just wrote this in the middle of the night with no idea where i was going. So in the end it does all work out. yes the cover art belongs to me go check out my art at oikarrot.tumblr.com but just dont dig to deep cause like only the last 3 things ive done are half decent so

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.