"Y-you like the chaos?" College AU! To save up money, you decide to join a house with 4 very interesting people - a pretty setter, a loud and emotional owl, a smart beanpole and a bedhead rooster. i don't own any haikyuu characters! read for a good time uwu (includes the 4 idiots, iwa-chan, bby teru and a bunch of cameos!)

You never know whose day you might make just a little bit better by handing them a gift - or in your case, a flower. "Oikawa's over there." You eyed the ace curiously, wondering why he had said that, until you realized what he must have meant. He was about to leave when you called again, "Hang on." He turned, and you extended your arm to offer him the flower. "This is for you." i don't own any of the haikyuu characters! originally a one-shot that i turned into a story lol

[completed] Two five year olds, two single parents - one plan. ©2014 TypicalFangirlx all rights reserved.

They were different yet alike in so many ways. Unintentionally, he burned down her walls like a lit cigarette. Unintentionally, she wrecked him and got him under her spell. It's rated R because it won't let me change but don't be discouraged.

©martomlin All rights reserved Dead Flowers January 2018 Completed (under lazy reconstruction) - - Jane Hughes is an eighteen-year-old girl that is about to dive head-first into the blood-thirty jaws of womanhood. Plagued with a mother that resents her youth, a disinterested father, and an impetuous ex-fiancee that's never been told no, she is on the cusp of change. She's certain her days will be spent with her unfathomably gorgeous best friend in the tiny music shop where they work. Then there's Harry. He's graceful, intense, handsome. He waltzes into her world carefully, one boot-clad foot in front of the other. They fall hard and fast for another, hardly having time to brace themselves for the initial impact. Harry nudges her toward a revolution outside of peace rallies and Vietnam protests, one that is gritty, insatiable, and tangible. Set against the backdrop of the violent, decadent early 1970's in North America, Jane navigates her path with uncertain boldness.

“This was for me?” I whisper looking around the candle lit room. “Only you. This will always be yours. All of me". * This book contains sex, swearing, humour and a whole lot of unrequited, misguided love. ALL ©Copyrights to @crazenation 2014

❝Heavy is the head that wears the crown.❞ - Shakespeare, Henry IV [WARNING: This story contains explicit content such as sexual content, graphic violence and profanity. Read at your own risk] Winner of: | Mature Harry Styles Fanfiction (1st Place): The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018 | | Best Diverse Fanfiction (Winner): The Fanfiction Awards 2018 Best Harry Styles Fanfiction (Runner Up) Best Overall (Runner Up)| Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2017. ©

Su cuerpo se mueve ágil rodeado de la melodía desprendida de un piano, su corazón late en su pecho, sus recuerdos la queman y su dolor no la deja ser ella. Sus pies pisan la arena de la playa, en su pecho un corazón fío y seco, sus recuerdos abandonados en el olvido y su dolor escondido en su interior. Ella baila buscando consuelo, él corre buscando una salida. Ninguno encuentra lo que busca, pues, ninguno lo quiere encontrar después de todo. Ambos perdieron su lucha por la perfección antes de empezarla. Prefieren la imperfección que llevan arrastrando desde mucho antes de lo que sus memorias les pueden contar.

"El numero 205 solo era un numero,una habitación era solo otro cuarto con paredes, o al menos eso creyó hasta cruzar esa puerta" ~Hermosa portada hecha por: @SpecialHxrry