Haikyuu ~ one shots (and more)
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Survive him, Thrive with him.
Claire Mathews had a particulary normal life; good friends, nice education. The only things thatmade her different was her paranoid friends, and complicated family life. She never really experienced more than her little secluded box of life and comfort. In an eventful short period of time, that little box is stretched far and wide, opening up past what her mind can comprehend and bringing her 'normal' life to a screeching halt. She wasn't Claire Mathews anymore, and she wasn't the same girl who did all her homework and kissed her mother goodnight over the telephone. What happened? A certain man of myth decided to knock on her door. A certain man with surprising news and a shocking, if not believeable, story to tell. A certain man with no face.Concluída
𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒-ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ
ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ғᴀɴғɪᴄ ʀᴇᴍᴜs ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴛᴡɪɴ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʀᴏᴍᴜʟᴜs, ᴡʜᴏsᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀ ʀᴏᴍᴜʟᴜs ʟᴜᴘɪɴ ᴛᴡɪɴs sʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ started: December 7, 2024 rewrite: March 7, 2026 completed: ? "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ? ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs" ɪɴ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 𝟷𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟶, ʀᴏᴍᴜʟᴜs ʟᴜᴘɪɴ ʜᴀᴅ ʜɪs ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛᴡɪɴs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴅ, ᴍɪsᴄʜɪᴇғ, ᴏᴜᴛɢᴏɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀs sᴇᴠᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀs ʙɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟғ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ɢʀᴇʏʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʀᴏᴍᴜʟᴜs ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟғ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs. ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, ᴛᴏ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴ, ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴘʀɪɴɢs ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʟɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴇɴʏɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs, ʀᴏᴍᴜʟᴜs ʜɪᴅᴇs ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ, ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ʟɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛʟᴀs ʟᴜᴘɪɴ, ʟɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛʟᴀs ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ғ
selfie || calum hood
caution: just letting you know, I wrote this years ago, so some things may not add up. I won't change them because most of you understand what I'm trying to say. please ignore any spelling/grammatical errors. enjoy reading! 'listen here red, we're gonna send each other a selfie a day, with a caption.' 'i don't know you.' 'yeah, i don't know you either, but that's how we'll get to know each other.' 'why me?' 'you seem interesting.' 'promise you're not weird?' 'promise. i'm the guy with the black hair and squishy face.' 'alright, i'll do it.' 'great. selfies start tomorrow. rules are: we can't know each others names or where each other live. can't wait to get started. (;'Concluída
Rodamrix Oneshots
I was held gunpoint by my friends to make this. Okay uh anyways, I made this for my friends to request but now suddenly this is getting attention- Well, whatever works I guess. Thanks for it tho, I REALLY APPRECIATE ITTT
Understanding a Storm
I despise socializing with a passion. It's a fact: I'm terrible at it. Like the useless person I am with everything else except for academics. It makes me wonder if there was ever such a time when I didn't suck at it so badly. Oh yeah, the time when I haven't met my good old friend, anxiety. Along with it's most honorable sidekick, depression. I hate talking- more than necessary. I can't stand being touched- even if it's just a friendly hug. I, Aisha Storm, in general, don't like people. Years have passed and I'm doing just fine. Alone. That's what I was. Until some guy who I will never admit I found attractive showed up in my life. His smile sends pleasant chills down my spine. The ocean blue color of his eyes capture my attention. His muscular frame emit power, yet he's so gentle I find myself caving into his touch. Most of all, he's capable of stripping the wall I brought up to shun me from civilization with little to no effort. ☆☆☆ Second Book from the Obsession series ☆☆☆ (As always, you are not required to read my other books to prepare yourself for this one. It can be read as it's own. And don't be an asshole who steals my ideas. Love you all <3)Concluída
Internet Friends | Hbomb94 Fanfiction
Just Internet friends. That's all we'll ever be. [Completed]Concluída
Stolen Hearts (Harry Potter x Reader)
*•.~(Harry Potter x Fem! Reader) *** "It is," Hermione confirmed. "I heard we're going to a cabin site," "Everyone?" Harry asked, frowning curiously. "Only the sixth and seventh years," Y/N responded. "They've never done this before!" "I know," Ron said, chewing thoughtfully. "Oi- should we throw a party?" "Party?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows. "Yeah," Ron shrugged and he leaned in closer. "I heard every other house is. We should do one! I bet it'd be better than everyone else's." "We should!" Y/N said excitedly. "We should tell everyone on the ride there," "Agreed," Ron said, grinning. The pair high-fived each other as Hermione shook her head. "This is going to be fun." *** Two best friends, two hearts, their both stolen... The last thing on the famous Harry Potter's mind was to find love, besides- he's never heard of it or felt it. All he wanted was to get rid of the Dursley's and go to Hogwarts when he found out he was a wizard. It wasn't until then when he found her... Y/N 'L/N' Their story begins on the Hogwarts Express, after Harry gets frightened by a few twin boys with red flaming hair and enters Y/N's compartment where she's sitting alone except for her owl. The two kids immediately hit it off and create a special bond, growing older that bond blooms into something special, love... Now, Y/N has the choice of whether or not to remain friends... to be what he needs most or find out more about the gap holes and secrets in her family history. *•ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs... -Cursing/swearing -Fictional Violence -Book/Movie based storylines -Fluff (no smut) *I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER* *SLOW UPDATES!* (I try my best!!)
calum hood imagines
i'm lonely so i write these imaginesConcluída
Claire Mathews had a particulary normal life; good friends, nice education. The only things thatmade her different was her paranoid friends, and complicated family life. She never really experienced more than her little secluded box of life and comfort. In an eventful short period of time, that little box is stretched far and wide, opening up past what her mind can comprehend and bringing her 'normal' life to a screeching halt. She wasn't Claire Mathews anymore, and she wasn't the same girl who did all her homework and kissed her mother goodnight over the telephone. What happened? A certain man of myth decided to knock on her door. A certain man with surprising news and a shocking, if not believeable, story to tell. A certain man with no face.
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