❝they don't know about the things we do, they don't know about our i love you's, they don't know about us. ❞ - ➦ nct haechan fanfiction ➦ june 2018 ➦ written in english ➦ plot & cover by nctyzen.

"It has always been a bet. I don't like you." "I'm a fool." "Truly."

You guys met in a society that didn't hold a specific name, but was only known for this one skill. Match making. No records of divorce or any conflicts in general are shown between the couples that were match made. People are matched with others, living happily with them for the rest of their lives. People from across the world would ask and beg to be brought forth a match but the association in charge of this would deny and send them back home. So you would instinctively think that on your 21st birthday, the day and age that you would be match made, everything would go perfect. That's what everyone around you thought. But every story can't have a sweet ride, and this one can't either.

Park Nara had a boring life until a tall guy in his black leather jacket poked her arm and made her life different. Her ex, Kim Youngjin, who dumped her years ago, reappeared and her life was getting more complicated. In a way, she could never imagine meeting Seo Youngho. Completed: February 2017

❝no we're not fictional characters help us get the hell out of this game❞

yoongi is typing... yoongi is typing... yoongi: send nudes? [spin-off of the fanfiction: number one] Achievements: #44 in Humor #85 in Humor #134 in Humor #166 in Humor #180 in Humor #190 in Humor #712 in Fanfiction

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]

»» i am grumpy and if you dare reach for the last gallon of chocolate milk i will fight you «« - idea by peachytae

At 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly

Formerly titled Butterfly ~~~ When former reporter Melody Tsushima was sentenced to twenty months in prison, she hadn't expected to be sent to Versailles. Cooking soups and planting daffodils, after all, was strange. But all par for the course at the so-called "Palace at Versailles," an old mansion equal parts prison and psychiatric ward for incarcerated young adults. And Melody certainly hadn't expected her own special assignment: to write the stories of her fellow patients.  A girl who truly knows what it means to be different. A young woman with wounds that run far deeper than skin. A boy whose heart is much too big for his damaged body. A young woman who sees the world as it could be, not as it is. A boy with too many souls living in him. A boy with universes in his mind.  All of them are unique, and all of their stories will change Melody.  // Note: this story was formerly a completed story in the fanfiction category. This version has been rewritten to be original fiction. Due to the request of readers, the previous story chapters have been unpublished, rather than deleted.