in which a bored high schooler by the name of 'y/n l/n', becomes interested in the idea of 'soccer'... ❝i guess you could say im just a shadow❞ -y/n notes: ╰ ― ➤ afab reader (but no one can really tell) ╰ ― ➤ fluff and mature themes (vulgar language, no lime!) ╰ ― ➤ multiple love interests (will be stated) ╰ ― ➤ slow updates! [STORY UNDER MAINTENANCE!! undergoing rewriting process...]

up until now, (y/n) has lived a pretty normal life. however, one day in a boring class review, she begins to get flashbacks of memories that she has never lived through. as more memories resurface, she's forced to confront these events and find the owner of these memories as she believes it's the only way to stop these strange occurrings. ➝random updates whenever i feel like it ➝follows the manga (manga spoilers) ➝contains violence and mentions of blood ➝i do not own jibaku shounen hanako-kun (toilet bound hanako-kun) ➝i do not own the gifs in the chapters

I'll write some JJBA x You, cause I ship you guys with them hotties. I'll mainly write Female Reader, but if you want some Male reader/Neutral reader, or LGBT, hit me up 🤙🏼 any ideas are welcomed. No smut, might do spicy things but no promises 🙏 Send me ideas, let's be creative together. Slow updates but still updates. Check my other platforms! Links on my profile! Cover picture by yours, truly.

Hanako-kun X Ghost Reader 【Spoiler Alert!: Following the manga events】 Hey, have you heard? This school have seven mysteries. You haven't? Then I'll tell you one of them! The famous story........is the seventh of the seven mysteries: 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆-𝒔𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒕... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Toilet Bound Hanako-kun doesn't belongs to me. It belongs to AidaIro. I only own Hatsume's backstory or in this case, (Y/n)'s. 《Date Started: March 24, 2020》 《Date Finished: ___________》

A person is nothing without a name. However, (Y/n) must abandon hers. (Y/n) is running away with her younger siblings to Naples to escape a dark past. She's abandoned everything she has held dear in Sicily, including her name for the safety of you and your siblings. She now goes by the name Alma. On her way to seek refuge with an old family friend, (Y/n) runs into a young boy named Bruno Buccellati. Although he is involved with one of the most dangerous mafias in Italy, (Y/n) finds herself drawn to the boy. She forms a close bond with him. But when (Y/n's) past begins to resurface after years of hiding in Naples, she has no choice but to rely on the help of the young gangster she befriended. Author Note: The OC is just the reader temporarily going by a different name.

You were a feral child, dumped off in a forest by some asshole parents. You weren't fond of humans until Luffy came along... Not only were you his first crew member, but you were put in a strange position. Not as a navigator or a chief, but as a parrot!

My dream job had always been to own a candy shop, so when I finally did it, I never imagined how dreamy it would actually get. That was until a certain dark haired boy came barging in after his pet raccoon, making me question my sanity. *** This is the poetry version, written by @Reeweey : https://www.wattpad.com/story/52830083-sweet-shop,-sweet-dreams-poetry-version

5 Part Sabo Story Male!ReaderxSabo

Behind every great man is a great woman, that's how the saying goes. But how can that apply to our favorite bald hero? Simple, what if he had someone beside him even before the start of his grand adventure? Someone who had been a constant presence, an unrelenting beacon of support, and whom never failed to care and love him no matter what happened? Meet (Name) (Surname), or Mrs. Saitama as she's teasingly called by her friends ever since she married the adorable buffoon she calls a husband. Sure, he may not be the shiniest egg in the carton or have an office job and raking in a 6-digit paycheck, but you wouldn't have him any other way. Because while he may be a NEET to some people and a cheater to others, that will never change the fact that he was your hero...as you were his.

"your words turned on a flame into my empty eyes, louder you're my everything"