"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795

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ONGOING A sad nerd and a arrogant Jock who's his bully, he cuts but nobody knows, what happens when said Jock and his friends find him in the bathroom washing new freshly made cuts on his wrist, will they break things even more or try to fix things, read to find out. WARNING ⚠️ THIS IS A BOYXBOY BOOK THERE ARE ALSO SELF HARM SCENES READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! IF YOU SEE GRAMMAR MISTAKES PLEASE DO NOT COME TO ME AND BITCH ABOUT IT. PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT, ALSO THERE WILL BE NO HOMOPHOBIC COMMENTS WHAT SO EVER SO IF THATS WHAT YOUR HERE TO DO THEN HERE'S A DOOR FOR YOU-----> 🚪 DON'T LET IT HIT YOU ON THE WAY OUT. FURTHERMORE MORE ENJOY THE STORY.🦄🏳️‍🌈🌈

Loki has served his punishment. Well most of his punishment and had been sent to earth. No one is not really sure whether Loki has changed or not. However, the outcome is something no one had suspected.

Continuation of A Meme A Day! It's summer; Kirishima and Bakugou's relationship is stronger than ever, but that doesn't mean they don't still face obstacles. Bakugou has to tell his parents about his boyfriend, and it's not going to be easy. - If you haven't yet read A Meme A Day, you should do that before reading this! - Cover art by taichichuwhat on tumblr! (Can ya tell I love her art? ;) )

Boarding school is bullshit. High School is bullshit, and Bakugou Katsuki wants nothing to do with it. Doesn't give a shit about grades or homework or any of that crap, and is more than tired of the damn principal breathing down his neck every second of the day. And to add a cherry on top of a the shit sundae that is high school, he gets reassigned rooms and ends up with a way-too-fucking enthusiastic Hair-for-Brains idiot who's probably got the biggest, dumbest smile he's ever seen. Of-fucking-course. ~ Kirishima's always been happy to meet people and make new friends. Needless to say, he's ecstatic when he's informed that he's <i>finally</i> getting assigned a roommate after a month of living alone in a dorm room. He's more than happy to welcome his new roommate with a smile and help him out with anything he needs. He isn't expecting, however, to meet a seriously attractive blonde with intense irises that shine with his favorite color, and who he also has trouble keeping his own eyes off of. - Cover photo art by taichichuwhat on tumblr~

Kirishima's a simple art student who's had his eye on the attractive blonde who frequents the same Starbucks he studies at for a while, though he's too chicken to do anything about his little crush until he accidentally runs into him. Literally. /Twice./ (This description is awful and I apologize; as soon as I come up with a better one I'll be changing it.) Title is from the song Sober Up by AJR.

Loki is suffering after his imprisonment in Asgard. Just something I wrote the other day and posted to see if anyone likes (or can tolerate) my writing style. Sooo, Hope you read and like this =)

"Mr Stark. I need to ask for a big favor".Those were the first words Tony could hear the god of thunder say just as he had broken his living room wall and interrupted his perfectly peaceful breakfast. As the mechanic stared at the blonde god in shock he noticed that Thor didn't look good. Or he did, he always did, but he didn't look healthy. The god's armor was dirty (with mud, blood and something else that Tony didn't even know what it was) And his red cape had holes in it like it had been partly burned. His face was bruised and in a deep frown and his knuckles on his hands were bloodied. And the hands were holding something. Oh god! What was that? The cape was partly covering what now seemed like an unconscious body. A man. A dark haired, skinny, bruised man with pale skin.

"I can't breathe.." ---- False hopes, false smiles, false mirths... Loki learned to use facades since he was but a mere child. He knew his father's disapproving gazes. He knew the whispers amongst the servants. He knew his brother's neglecience. He knew his mother's painful watch. Loki hid his feelings well. Beneath playful banters, mischiefs, and rebellions.. Loki knew things he wasn't supposed to know. And so. He can't breathe.