Sakura's words die in her throat as the man's eyes shoot open, and the coldest red irises she has ever seen meet hers. She is hit by a wave of terrifying certainty about two things right then - that she knows these eyes better than any other and that, if he wanted to, this man could stop her heart with just a look. AngstAngst with a Happy EndingDramaFamilyRomancessfest17SasuSaku - FreeformPast LivesSupernatural ElementsOriginal Character(s)ishReincarnationAwkward Sexual SituationsAwkward First TimesMildly Dubious ConsentDream Sex

!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

He steps closer and now he's standing in front of me. Eyes looking intensely at me like he's staring deep into my soul and I can't seem to look away. He leans his face closer to mine, "You look scared, Noona." He grazes the back of his hand against my cheek, trailing it to my jaw, then to my neck. I shudder at the feeling. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. It was like he has cast a spell on me and I can't seem to move and speak. He leans closer, his breath hitting my ear. I gasp at the feeling. "You should be scared," he whispers. _________________________________________ Kicked out of her apartment, had a huge load on her small shoulders, and a sick mother in the hospital. Well, that's what Rosé is going through. Sad, right? But, her life changes as she saves a woman's life. That woman offers her a job with a handsome payment as gratitude for saving her life. The job is to babysit her son. It's easy, right? Well, that's what Rosé thinks. But everything is not what it seems. Read it to find out...

Also I suggest reading the manga before reading this book because it has some MAJOR spoilers! THIS STORY IS UNDER BEING RE-WRITTEN SO PLEASE DON'T FREAK OUT IF A CHAPTER GOES MISSING! .:Story:. Staring down at the piece of laminated plastic in his hands; snow white teeth stretched as wide as it could be with happy lines formed under his dark eye bags. He couldn't believe it. After those gruesome hours of training of not only his quirk (is it really mine if it was given?), but his body as well, he was finally able to achieve his first goal. Or would he call it his third? Stumbling through his hero journey, Midoriya needs to figure a few things out. Will he figure those things out with someone he had always interacted with? .:Content Warning:. - Implied/Mentions Self Harm/Body Mutilation - Implied/Mentions of Sexual Assault - Includes Self Deprecating Thoughts - Implied/Mentions of Death - Includes/mentions Panic/Anxiety Attacks - Slur Usage/Homophobic and Transphobic comments - Implied/Mentions Abuse - Implied/Mentions of Neglect (More to be added) Open the story to read what happens!!

Yuki was an outgoing and sweet boy, he had a loving Mom and Dad, got good grades at school, and his parents were proud of him. Then it all went downhill when his mom died. His father started to get abusive, and he started getting more and more closed off. So what happens when he transfers to Ouran? What happens when the twins take an interest in him? Will they help? Or will they only make it worse? Read to find out. [Currently being rewritten] [Story will stay the same but scene will be added, so don't worry about reading it] {*DISCLAIMER*} Ohshc does not belong to me. No Incest in this book.

hello hello hello i am alive. (its been like a year, ive been alive on ao3 tho-) just copy and pasting my ao3 ngro oneshots here. enjoy yer smut, angst and fluff. HOLY SHIT I WROTE ANGST EVERYONE CHEERS.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» 𝕁𝕦𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖: the state or period of being young. 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞: a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕤 : - eating disorders - sexual assault - rape - sex (consensual) - pregnancy - arranged marriage - pedophilia - sexualization of minors - abuse - self harm - panic attacks - drug use - improper usage of medication - smoking - alcoholism - strong violence - torture - murder - suicide - character death ⚠️𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕,⚠️ ⚠️𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ⚠️ 𝕀 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒, 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕪 𝕜𝕠𝕙𝕖𝕚 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖- 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛 𝔼𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖-

I wince when my bangles dig into my skin,forcing a smile,hoping my boredom didn't show in my movements. I inwardly roll my eyes when my father makes introductions. What lame crap. They obviously know each other. Why make intros? I hiss when my sister steps on my foot,making me looking up. I glance at a middle aged couple, freezing when I made eye contact with an all too familiar grinning face, my vision landing next to her,hoping it was just a bad dream,my heart stopping and finally turning into an icicle when I stared into eyes of the most unexpected person,the person looking back at me,but not quite acknowledging me.

"God, you're adorable," he chuckled, stepping towards me. When I felt his warmth right in front of me, a soft moan escaped my lips. He was close enough for me to catch the musky scent of his cologne. "Do you want me that bad?" My breath hitched, and my fingers dug into the slightly damp fabric of his coat. His hand buried itself in my hair, tugging my head back. My lips parted, hoping for a kiss, but he kept me waiting. "Please," I whispered, desperate, his lips so close they brushed over mine. "Please, I'm begging you..." ˜˜˜ He would rather end up on the streets homeless than go back home. Oscar has three jobs, debts since he was seventeen, and a dream: to open his own dance studio and make a living from it. He wants his dance group to become famous. He aims to quit his main job as a tattoo artist and achieve independence. With his financial struggles, his dream seems distant. But when Oscar is offered a large sum of money after a one-night stand--despite his pride being reluctant to accept--the dream suddenly feels within reach. Now, he has no choice but to confront and finally overcome the deep-seated childhood trauma buried within him.