"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

When (Y/n) gets hired as a camp counselor she wasn't expecting much. She just wanted a summer job to get away from her adoptive parents. She wasn't expecting to relive past traumas and meeting amazing new people, and reconnecting with an old friend. Guess she's just gotta roll with it. She's been in worse situations after all. ~~~ She/her pronouns There is now a male version of this story! Go check it out if your a male reader who's interested! ~~~ Quick note, I will be changing up a few episodes to make (y/n) fit into the story. I will also be adding scenes just to make the story more interesting! Started: Dec. 29, 2019 Highest Ranking: #1 in CampCampbell #1 in campcamp

Y/N Yaoyorozu leads a difficult life. Being raised by the League of Villains, Y/N does what she believes to be right. After all, heroes don't really care about the people, just getting paid. What will happen when Y/N's world gets turned upside-down? Hey guys! I'm not that great at descriptions, sorry. This is like the second fanfic I've ever written. First complete one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

"ᴋᴀɢᴏᴍᴇ's sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ." When a normal women dies and gets reborn as a character from the anime Inuyasha. A/N: Cover courtesy of Anime cover shop and the banner created by @darlingdiiamond, who has a stunning graphics shop.

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.