It's a story based fully on KatsuDeku where Deku is pregnant with Kacchan's baby . [[ it's my first time writing a fanfic ! and yes , I love mpreg and a diehard fan of katsudeku ;; Please do forgive my grammar or spelling errors because English is not my first language ]]

››› [COMPLETED] "Dear, Blonde Loud Next Door Neighbor, I see that you have your own boys volleyball team, that's nice. I hope you guys lose every game. Seriously, I watched your team, they kind of suck. Anyways, I'm writing this note to tell you that you're really annoying in the morning and afternoon and your kids are pretty aggressive, always yelling "DIE!" every five seconds. I also have, like, five of your volleyball balls somewhere in my backyard and one broke my window. You're paying. I'll send the bill in your address. Anyways, please control your voice level, your suck ass of children, their own voice levels and their crazy ass strength of throwing balls into my backyard and windows. Thank you. From, Me, your next door neighbor." In which, Shota Aizawa is a lazy 27-year-old author who takes months to write his stories and never ever leaves his house, unless if it's to see his editor, other than that he never leaves. Really, he stays inside all day. It's awful. Hizashi Yamada is an energetic volleyball coach who coaches-more like babysits-a bunch of rowdy teenage boys that gets into a bunch of hand fights, arguments and are not very good at playing volleyball, always throwing a ball in the direction into Shota's house. And Shota gets pretty freaking annoyed by them. "Dear, Lovely Neighbor, LMAO UR ALIVE, I THOUGHT U WUZ DEAD WTF. YO WASSUP!! YO FIND ME ON INSTA & WE'LL CHAT THERE ;P" ©AizawaShota, 2017 ✧ 10-08-17 ; 12-25-18 ✧Cover by @babyboyfelix ✧ Side ships [minor]: Shinsou x Midoriya, Todoroki x Kaminari, Bakugou x Kirishima, Iida x Uraraka

Highest ranking: #1 in Teen Fiction -- "Sunshine, what guy do you know has a weird fetish with sign language?" She's the aftermath of a high school party nightmare. Tragedy robbed her of her innocence and stole her voice before she had the chance to speak out. The court called her a liar, and the guilty was set free. Now memories plague her mind and trap her in solitude. She was forced to learn sign language, struggling to find a way to voice her silence. He's the definition of the boy she tried to stay away from. The epitome of harsh rumors and hopeless fantasies. The source of lies and blame. He's analyzed, misunderstood, and utterly mysterious. And he may be the one to find her voice. When they meet, she gets accustomed to his arrogance and he gets accustomed to her silence. An essay is what brings them together, but what happens when he starts asking too many questions? Will her past continue to drag her down, or will he save her? Fate has a funny way of bringing people together, but it doesn't always work how it's supposed to. *different summary inside* "Perfect amount of tragedy, humor, and romance!" -Sparkles530 "I feel like I learned a lot from your story, thank you." - 980Sarah "This book is beautifully written. Thank you for sharing it on Wattpad." -AKRathan "I just want to say that Silently Falling was one of the best books I've ever read. It's so beautiful and heartwarming and the way you described the progress of their relationship was beautiful." -Rafyrofy "Perfect ending." -TaylorxTaterxTot COVER: Ensurel

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

Was published, but is now off the market--I'm sorry! Brianne is the opposite of her best friend, Kyla. Kyla is open-minded; Brianne is closed off, judgmental. Kyla is a hopeless romantic. Brianne? Not so much. So when Kyla shoves an apple into her face telling her to throw it across the cafeteria so she can find her future love, Brianne is anything but interested. And yet she throws the apple anyway. Who does the apple hit? Dannon Barone, the most popular boy in school. Though he's seemingly sweet and all-smiles, Brianne dislikes him. She thinks he's a fake, a fraud, someone who is just charming the crowds in order to gain popularity. But Brianne is about to learn that stereotypes are not true, and that she's been too quick to judge those around her. Brianne Nichols' life is about to change forever. And what does she have to thank for it? A bruised piece of fruit. Who would have known that a stupid apple could be right? | technically not part of the summary | Okay, so I know the prenote says to find any errors you can. Just letting you know there's no point to that anymore because I've reedited it two more times after this one (extensively so), and already sent it in to be self-published. The only reason that the prenote is still up is because a fan made an amusing slideshow and if I edit anything then the tags for the wattys will be gone and I'll no longer be entered , hahah!

❝I- what? What are you talking about? Who is this?❞ ❝Well the bathroom stall says that this number is the gateway to a good time, and unless you're trying to say that a bathroom stall is lying to me, I think I need a little more information to be sold. Do you have like a yelp page I could look up? Past customer reviews? How many stars out of five?❞ ❝What are yo- oh my god, I'm going to fucking kill Marie.❞ (alternatively called: a lot of people shit with pens) written in dialogue // cover by xhemmingshugsx

Who knew what could be made out of annoying calls, anonymous texts, and a little bit of chemistry? -highest rank #8 in short story -contains some mature content -completed but unedtited

Let's just say that the Host Club has changed a LOT since Haruhi joined last year. With the whole school knowing that Haruhi is a girl a lot more boys have been visiting, giving the King of the Club a brilliant idea. (It was actually Kyoya's idea but whatever...) Fasforward a year and we have five wonderful new members to the host club, one of which being you. You are the Creative Type, meaning you do a lot of art, music, and writing. Mainly poetry for writing because it's more romantic. With that comes a natural geekiness and awkwardness that brings out your character and makes you appealing to girls and guys alike. But you want to appeal to one guy and one guy alone. Tamaki. What will happen in this new and (debatably) improved Host Club involving a lot more women and gays on the staff? How will you, a boy, adapt to your surroundings and make this fanfiction 100% gayer? Will you get Tamaki in the end? Will you make friends? Will this fanfiction be any good? The answer to the last question is no. PLEASE READ ANYWAYS I WORKED REALLY HARD ON THE CONCEPT AND THE OIRIGNAL CHARACTER(S)! also Homophobes can all just leave right now. Just leave. Just freaking leave. Nobody wants you here. Love is love is love. Suck it.

So what do you do when a deliciously handsome guy breaks into your apartment on Christmas Eve wearing a Santa hat? Some might call the police or maybe scream. Or you could do what Evangeline does, which include the following: 1, point a water gun at him. 2, agree about the ugliness of small, pink tree with kitten ornaments from your stepfather's ex-wife. 3, go to a playground and bury said ugly tree. 4, begin to like the tree burying, Santa hat wearing intruder. So, if you ever find yourself in Evangeline's spot, just call the police.