by eleventy7

FULL credit to https://archiveofourown.org/users/alizarincrims0n/pseuds/alizarincrims0n on AO3 i'm only putting this on here bc i find it easier to read on wattpad. they write amazing fanfics so you should go check them out!!!!!

Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, etc. [Highest achievements #3 in #Fandoms, #1 in #Drarry] I dont allow translations, sorry!

It's the 8th year of Hogwarts, Harry has PTSD and is isolating from everyone. The few people that came back all share a common room and they have to share dorms. Harry has been acting quite weird and Draco is trying to figure out what's wrong. Draco is the only one who can calm Harry down from a panic attack or nightmare which brings them close... See what happens next :) WARNINGS: Self harm, talks of depression, and self hate.

Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always. Okay I gotta put a huge trigger warning here. This story is not gonna be happy in any way. I'll be talking about self-harm, self-hatred, abuse and suicide. Those are things that I'm/I've dealt with so I'll probably be blunt and explicit when talking about it. Please don't read if you're easily triggered. You can always message me if you need anything. Stay strong folks.

When you turn of a certain age you are given the ability to play a real game of hot and cold to find your soulmate. The farther you are from them, the colder it gets. Katsuki Bakugo has just turned 25, and has yet to find his fated significant other. For 10 years straight, it's been dangerously cold, the temperature reaching the negatives day by day, oh so slowly. There's no way that after ten years he'd finally, out of nowhere, run into his soulmate. It just isn't possible. Or is it? TW: Strong language Mentions of difficult topics such as; Abuse Rape Depression PTSD Mentions of Activities such as; Smoking Drinking Cutting/Self Harm Sex (Story also found on AO3 under the same Username)

In this world when you kiss your soulmate you are able to see color. Izuku has gone all 18 years of his life without seeing color. He has spent his whole life with only two friends and one bully. Bakugo hasn't seen color in 18 years. But he doesn't care. He spends most of his college life studying and messing with Deku. SOULMATE AU COLLEGE AU NO QUIRKS AU

Ash and Eiji have movie nights every Saturday and Sunday. (Cover is not mine)

Everything is now over and everything will be back to normal. That should go for all who suffered the long time of war and pain, wins and losses, gains and loses. But Eiji is an exception. It's now time to return to his homeland, Japan. He feels a void in his heart as he boards the plane and he knows very well what can fill that void. It's that person he shared all his pains with. The only person he can't bear to lose, the only person he desires to see before he leaves. But he can't turn back now. He's made up his mind and he knows what he's doing is for the best. "Eiji." A voice rings in his ears. He knows that voice. He knows who called him and he listens to it. "I'm sorry Ibe-san but I'm going down." He doesn't want to leave and regret this for the rest of his life. He needs to see Ash right now. He needs to be with him. So he makes a decision and takes the risk. But, did he make the right choice? Or did he make a choice that will make him want to reset time and wish he never went off the plane?

"i dont completely understand how you feel, but im going to try my best to." ash's fingers, wet with his cold tears, gripped eiji's shirt weakly, staining it. "stay," he whispered, voice trembling. "stay with me. it doesn't have to be forever. i just need you right now..." this is gonna get like three views because banana fish doesn't have as many fans as it deserves but here i am at two a.m. crying