❝Too many war wounds and not enough wars.❞ it's the 75th annual hunger games, and thalia forkshire knows that means there will be a twist - she just didn't expect it to be this big. because not becoming attached is easier said than done, and the gamemakers have a knack for knowing your weaknesses before you know them yourself. ©stilestastic 2014 // lowercase intended

"This...may be a game, but it isn't meant to be played" -Creator of SAO, Kayaba Akihiko This book probably contains angst and fluff, and I accept requests, of course! ||REQUESTS : ❎ Closed Forever...?|| -Happy 10K Reads! -Happy 20K Reads! -Happy 30K Reads! -Happy 40K Reads! -Happy 50K Reads! -Happy 60K Reads! -Happy 70K Reads! -Happy 80K Reads! -Happy 90K Reads! -Happy 100K Reads! -Happy 125K Reads! -Happy 150K Reads! [ CURRENTLY EDITING ] (C) -ariakahana. 2017. Fanfiction. #260 highest ranking. #ndrv3.

All she wanted was revenge. The Han's had ruined Y/N's life over a year ago and nothing was going to get in her way... except a flirtatious and rambunctious red haired hacker. [x Reader] [Mature content] [Religious topics involved] [RANKING: #1 IN MYSTIC-MESSENGER 6/16/18] [Art credit cover: @aunliuyez on Twitter]

A girl finds herself at home. Every day. Every night. Her father refuses to let her off the premises, for she is too fragile. Her body is so weak, so tired by the smallest of movements. She dislikes the walls of the home, so every time her father leaves for work, she'd sneak into the backyard. One day, a new neighbor moves in. He's quite peculiar, but that's why she's drawn to him. {Male x Female Reader}

In which you learn to fall deeper in love with the stoic boy who is, in reality; a tsundere. 💕 {warning; this drabbles set will contain high doses of sappy fluff ♥} [part 1 of 'bol is loif' series] • Semi Eita x Reader • • completed + edited •

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".]

Oikawa Tooru was a boy who seemed to demand lots of attention, which he got from his many fangirls out there. (Name) was definitely not one of them. In fact, there was no way she would ever be, and she made sure of it; being friends with Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime since childhood has led to that that promise. As kids, the three always talked about the future together, like going to the same high school Aoba Jousai, and being part of the volleyball team. One thing (Name) didn't plan for the future was breaking a promise to herself and falling in love with one of her best friends, Oikawa. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Haikyuu!! or any characters belonging to it, or you.

A series of one-shots all about our favorite cyborg. Goes from a variety of smut to fluff. I do not own One Punch-Man all rights reserved to One and Yusuke Murata .

「 Oikawa Fanfic 」 "Who am I to you?" . . "Give me time.. I need to think through.." . . . "Forgive me.." WARNING⚠️: Some psychological triggers Disclaimer : I do not own any of the Haikyuu!! Characters. They belong to Haruichi Furudate. I do not take any credits for the art of the cover and the original plot of Haikyuu!!

Plastic knives, soft bullets, a teacher accessorizing with a dark toga and shimmering tentacles and a sickening grin partnered with the slant of his eyes. Karma Akabane, topped with the red of blood, of beautifully fermented wine, of roses in bloom. Whom, despite his record bleeding an equally stunning red of discrepancies and misdemeanors, is the first of plenty to see the satisfying daybreak of progress. (F/N) (L/N), a student new to the realm of the failing in the End Class, a pretty thing, a concoction of all the pleasantries that deserved not a rotting desk in Class 3-E. Though she still sat at the grubby desk, took her notes, listened tentatively; she shot her bullets, threw her knives when she believed the steel wall of Koro-sensei's guard had faltered for even a fragile moment. Unmistakably, the two of them are notches far superior than their other classmates, and the others are far too focused sharpening their own instruments to bother to challenge the two. The platonic intimacy of the pair's friendship, of their shared laughs over sultry lunchtimes is quite a shy bud, prodded once or twice a week to blossom into its full beauty. When the bud of their friendship finally opens its petals to the expecting sunlight of the world, the plant threatens to blossom into something more than just friendship.