Levi goes to a party at Hanji's apartment and keeps receiving texts throughout the night. The others get suspicious and during truth or dare they dare Levi to invite over whoever he has been texting. This however, just adds to the confusion and long list of questions they all have. * * * Not sure why people do this but WARNING boyxboy (Ereri/Riren) * * * I do not own anything involving the characters or Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin. I just came up with the plot. (I also give credit to whoever created the picture. If it looks different, it's because changed it a bit before adding the title of my story.) * * * [05/17/18 - This story is currently undergoing editing. Nothing major, just grammatical and spelling errors getting fixed. Chapters that have finished being edited: Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3.]

I love you, Lev...

No details. Just read and find out :)

drowning under the weight of his secret love for his best friend, kiyoomi finds an outlet when he receives an accidental text from an unknown number. but he might find out that the identity of his mystery confidant isn't as unknown as he thinks. --- a chatfic interspersed with bursts of text containing fluff, angst, and NO SMUT! because they harbor a love too wholesome (and i ain't that brave). might be slowburn? might not be? you'll just have to find out. --- disclaimer: i don't own hq

Yuri Plisetsky is one of the most attractive men in Russia. He used to be an extremely innocent and pure soul... Until that one fateful day, he was cornered and forced by not only the whore house taking him in, but also by his unfortunate past and his finantial problems, to become a prostitute. He was forced to do such things that made him be rather careless about his body. That is when he meets a certain Kazakh man, named Otabek Altin, that, despite his rather strong apparience, was so much more gentle and caring than he expected, more of a hopeless romantic that a lustful man. Yuri is there to do a job, but is he going to feel how it is to be truly in love again instead?

"You are a mortal, and I a god." Dream's voice is firm and commanding and it's then that they remember that while the warrior is of twenty-one years of age, the young god is of twenty-one decades. "You are human, and under trauma you will scar, disfigure and discolor; the evidence of the worst will barely fade over the span of your lifetime. I am a deity, and even with a thousand wounds I will not crumble; I have centuries to heal and a body that allows no blemish to persist. You, however, do not." 'I don't want you to be marked with the throes of combat that has bound us so.' He thinks, and it remains unsaid. 'I want you to be marked with Euphrosyne's gift, to bask in a joy that comes not from endless victories in war. I want you to burn of love instead of Greek fire, to bleed of compassion instead of crimson.' Or: Dream is the god of victory and Technoblade is his vassal.

❝ 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒔𝒎𝒂 // 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒊'𝒎 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❞ in which i write abt whatever the fuck i want disclaimer: i will not take down any chapters unless i see fit, so please do not comment telling me to do so. you will be ignored

School is boring. That means I somehow had enough time to write a few Os. ❗ Request open❗ Im literally updating every half year. So dont get upset if it takes long.

The darkness runs through Rey and she can feel it. What will she do? Will she follow that path and become the greatest sith that ever lived? Or will she become the greatest Jedi that ever lived? Well... a lot can happen in one year. ------------------------ Based after TFA but there are some aspects of TLJ in there. I do not own the fanart on the cover. It was done by the fantastic maielid on tumblr so go check out her page! NOTICE: this story will undergo a re-write in mid 2020

Peter is a smart teen, his grades at the well respected Midtown High could attest to that. But everyone makes mistakes, Peter's was texting the wrong number. Hurriedly typing in Ned's number into his phone Peter sent a text to his best friend. But, it wasn't Ned's number.