little imagines and one-shots for our favorite group of headless chickensno languagerequests are open! feel free to dm me!
Yuri is a social media blogger who goes by 'Russian Punk Offical' is a model for many online stores. He gets paid to take photos in their clothes and do video reviews.Otabek is a DJ who only uses social media to promote his gigs.Yuri is more popular than Otabek online due to being more active. Every once in a while followers that Yuri and Otabek have in common will link Yuri to a video/photo posted by Otabek and Yuri will leave a nice comment or encourage his own followers to check out one of Otabek's performances, resulting in Otabek's follower number blowing up.Otabek is pleasantly surprised one day to discover that his following has nearly doubled overnight, probably because of Yuri's simple support.Figuring that it's about time to say thank you to Yuri, Otabek sends a private message to Yuri introducing himself officially and expressing his gratitude.Within a few hours,Yuri sends back a response. From then on,Yuri and Otabek start messaging one another on a regular basis.----AN: Yuri's age is his canon 17,his birthday is in March which means he already had his birthday and won't age in the story until next year while Otabek is his canon 18 which means he will turn 19 in the story this year since his birthday is in Oct.Also please keep in mind that Kazakhstan is a few hours ahead of Russia but times stated will be the same (in the fic,it'll be Russian time) for both Yuri & Otabek's messages for the sake of my sanity.
hi me and my friends made this as a joke...kind of anyways the plot is dream and George are childhood friends but then they grow apart one but one dream loses his hashbrown and they reunite through, it.(TW cringe)(TW hashbrowns)(art not mine) Sorry for this discrace to the earth
A old friend of Midoriya and Bakugou transfers from class 1b to class 1a and gives everyone (especially Bakugou) a run for their money....in some cases, literally.
Susie finds an agent and launches her singing career as she's always dreamed, but something doesn't feel right to Tommy and the rest of the gang.
i like writting poetry i keeps me from doing something i would mostlikly regret doing to myself i was bullied and writting poetry helps me coup with it hope you like it i have another poem about slenderman CRIMSON EYES Teardrops of crimson fall from my empty eyes a memoryfrom a nightmarish dream haunts me a vision of death ina deep dark watery grave the sound of a voice asking me if i've met with a terrible fate a electric current courses through my veins i hide in my victims electronics do you want to play a game with me the sounds of my victims screaming in the dark is my lullaby you shouldn't have done that i call to them as they take their last breath IN THE WOODS IN the darkness of the woods a tall faceless man can be seen dressed in a suit and tie he watches his victims with eyes unseen for the slenderman walkstonight within the dark woods there's no where to run and no where to hide for the slenderman walkstonight those that are caught in his sight soon disappear from the world never to be seen or heardfrom again for the slenderman walks tonight in the deep dark woods
And then, all of a sudden, I could see a dim light beneath my eyelids. I didn't pay much attention to it, until I heard something that sounded like an explosion somewhere in the far distance.She pulled away quickly. "What was that, Muhammad?" She had a look of panic in her eyes, which only worsened when we heard screams in the distance, followed by sirens."What's going on...?" I said, more so to myself.She got off of me and I jumped to my feet. "C'mon"Husniah took my hand and we began to walk toward the noises. That decision was one that would change the both of our lives forever. For the better, but before that, for the worse...*****************************Disclaimer: This book isn't going to sugar coat anything, whether it be how our ummah, our muslim community, behaves in modern times (as you will see right in chapter one), nor how other people are, or the truths about anything-- whether it be societal/government truths, or Islamic truths that muslims seem to be forgetting and/or are refusing to take heed to in this day in time. Viewer discretion is advised :) Enjoy xoxo
(Y/N) (L/N) comes from a world where superpowers are the norm. One day, she found herself accidentally teleporting to a world quite opposite to hers. Just when she was enjoying her freedom from powers, she encounters a pink haired boy. posted on AO3 too!
*CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA*Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street, faster than the wind, passionate as sin and ending so suddenly. Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. And loving him is red, burning red. -In which a young 16-year old witch moves to Greendale from Salem to start studying at the Academy of the Unseen Arts. ***Take note please that although it is based on the series (CAOS) some things will not be the same because I am based on NICK. I have nothing to do with The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina nor I own it and give FULL credit to them.
America has a LOT of secrets that she intends to keep hidden.When her family and friends come to visit her in Florida, will she be able to keep them hidden?This is my first story so so please don't be hating too much.This is also in my view of the fandom so if you disagree with some things in the story keep your opinion to yourself.This book contains some touchy subjects like trauma,depression,self harming,eff so if you can't handle stuff like that, don't read this book.DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!!!