You were good at moving on. Constantly adapting and evolving with each new life and new environment, always wondering which one will be your last. The feeling clawed inside you like a trapped bird, ready to spread its wings. Until you arrived in Zaun and fell under the gaze of a certain man with mismatched eyes and an intimidating aura. The kingpin, leader of Zaun. All because of your friend's hair brained schemes, you were unwillingly thrown into the deep end. You were just a baker with, supposedly, no past... But maybe this life could be more. (Updates quickly, a new chapter every day!)

(Thomas Hewitt(leatherface) x reader) On her way to Austin, Texas y/n breaks down somewhere in Dallas. She abandons her spot in hopes to find somewhere where she may be able to get help. Along the way she is chased down and captured. She wakes up to find that she is in a strange house in the middle of nowhere. She is then forced to make a life changing choice. Will she ever be freed or will she stay there ?

Peeta Mellark x fem!Reader COMPLETED Some editing done but life got busy so there's a couple of short chapters towards the end of Part 1 so sorry for that Let me know if there are some really obvious mistakes 😂 ★✰★ You are best friends with Peeta Mellark, the Everdeens and the Hawthorns, you wish you could live normal lives, but can they get their happy endings, after all, this is Panem you live in. (very bad description) ★✰★ Reminder: Be respectful in the comments, I want this to be a place where people feel welcome and be in a positive atmosphere, especially in the comments. Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, this is purely a fanfiction, I only own what characters and plot lines I have added in, the rest belongs to Suzanne Collins and those who worked on the movies as well. I also do not own any of the pictures or gifs used in the story. This is a combination of book and movie, and I use the movie transcripts to get it as accurate as possible Please do not steal my work

(formally scream, baby!) [Name] [Surname] thought the worst has already come; being the town's laughing stock and dealing with declining mental health, [Name] already spent her junior year a volatile mess of tears, mucus and anger. The heartache still hung heavy on her shoulders, carrying her into her senior year of high school, but things were going to get better. She had to believe it would. Only, that idea of mercy became a mere whisper the second she picked up the phone the night of Steven Orth's and Casey Becker's murder. ______________ PART I: THE VICTIM [completed...] PART II: THE SPECTACTLE [in progress...] PART III: THE DECIEVER [waiting...] [Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher / Sidney Prescott x Reader / Mickey Altieri x Reader / Roman Bridger x Reader] [CONTENT WARNINGS: Drugs & Alcohol Use / Violence / Gore / Blood / Mentions of Abuse / Self-Harm / Suicidal Ideations / Mentions of Suicide / Blood Kink / Manipulation & Gaslighting]

In a school like Ouran Academy, the strange and peculiar is relatively normal. (Y/N) (L/N) knew this fact the first day she walked in. On an academic and musical scholarship, she is not someone who has much free time on her hands, but for the Host Club, she does. Living with the Fujioka family after being adopted by them and making money solely from entertaining the Host Club's guests with her piano skills, no one would think she could attract the attention of Kyoya Ootori--a filthy rich teenager who only believes in benefiting from others. The question is, what could she possibly offer him? {Mature Content}

Y/n Anderson is her name. Charming and overall a friendly personality, she's the embodiment of the phrase "doing great". Or at least that's what she wants the world to think. The death of her brother changed her life and it had been turned upside down. Her mother left, her father developed a drinking problem and her relationship with either of them became non-existent. She tries pulling her life together but with the sudden surge of deviants among androids she finds herself in the middle of the mess. Another change is coming and this time, it all started with a simple sentence. "Detective Anderson, my name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife." (Or the "what if Lieutenant Anderson had a daughter" trope but with my own story) -Completed

Y/N was getting sick of the South Pole. Her cocky twin brother Sokka, her insufferable little sister Katara, the endless snow, ice, water, and chores. Yes, she loved the place, and her family, but ever since father left she had basically been looking after the whole village. Wake up, train with siblings, go fishing, cook, and go to bed. Every. Single. Day. But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Disclaimers! None of the art is mine unless said otherwise. I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender or it's characters. Why is this labeled as mature? Some gruesome descriptions, and dark themes. All possibly triggering pieces have warnings to notify the readers beforehand.

saiki kusuo x f!reader ❝𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘.❞ ༊*·˚in which the quiet transfer girl spends time with the psychic boy who in turns enjoys it and hopelessly falls into the rabbit hole of liking her. / ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ