Being someone with a prosthetic leg gives you a lot of labels, some unwanted and some flat out badass. But being someone who's just gotten one, the world becomes very difficult sometimes. (L/n) (F/n) hasn't lost an ounce of her pride nonetheless. She braves through it, fights everyday to show that she isn't just a hum...
We'd never really talked before. In fact, I'd always made it a point to avoid him. But Fate had another plan in store. Now here we are and my life is relying on the one person I've tried so hard to stay away from. But hey, at least he'll never know it's me, so I can be any way I want, right? I can be someone confident...
What if one day you received a letter from your future self? The letter revealed all of the regrets you are going to make in your third year of school...and how to stop them from happening. There is one goal through all of it, don't loose Bokuto Koutarou. [Inspired by the manga/anime "Orange".]
𝗬𝗡𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕 so shoto, ive been dying to ask you this 𝗬𝗡𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕 send me some nudes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 𝙆𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙔𝘼𝙈𝙎 old hag im sorry to ruin your fun but i think you got the wrong number
Whatever Bokuto writes shows up on his soulmates arm. An arm that belongs to Akaashi Keiji. A bokuaka, kuroken, bokuroo fic. Written: 2019-2020 Cover art: @almangods
Oikawa Tooru lives in a world where fate picks who you spend the rest of your life with. Everyone is born with their destined soulmates initials inked onto their right wrist. But Oikawa is born without a soulmate mark for unknown reasons. Oikawa is a lonely child, until one summer he meets a boy his age named Iwaizum...
"Why did you kiss me" a 12 year old Akaashi asks. "Dunno, just felt like it" Bokuto hums. Akaashi nods, turning back to his homework. It didn't mean anything. It was only Bokuto and kissing felt like a very Bokuto thing to do. (Dense Idiots) Written: 2019
rule #1: don't fall in love with your best friend rule #2: if rule number one is broken, don't hook up with said best friend rule #3: if rule number one and two is broken, don't ignore said best friend for two weeks to the point where your other friends are tired of seeing you moping around that they lock you and sai...
