It's a curse you can't seem to break. Everything you love is bound to leave you. From your father, your adopted daughter to your true love - everyone's just gone. But don't you remember? You said in another life that loved ones are like boomerangs. No matter how hard you throw the damn thing, it will always find a way back . . .

Nanami Kento was in love with his friend, Fudo Hinata, an ex jujutsu sorcerer that quit after an injury that cost her an arm. Nanami couldn't say his feelings aloud, fearing that with his line of work, where death could be just around the corner, he'd hurt her. So, Nanami kept letters. Filled with feelings he couldn't say until he died.

"I'm not a materialistic man, Ms.L/N" "And I'm not a fool for a women, Mr.Nanami" gojo satoru recalls nanami's first and only love COMPLETED / UNDER EDITING jjk nanami x reader slight triggers mentions of death

"You might as well shoot me, you've already ripped out my soul." [mature themes throughout]

"Maybe nothing's wrong, maybe our worlds are just spinning out of time."

after technoblade finds a lost, injured stranger in the woods near his cabin, he takes her in. follows dream smp lore, characters based on dsmp!personas, not the actual people playing them. c!technoblade x fem!reader this story deals with dark subjects such as: memory loss, death, injury, abuse, blood, gore, swearing, manipulation, and disassociation . please do not read if any of these things bother you. lowercase intended :) i made sure to not describe y/n in any specific detail, as to include everyone <3 remember you're beautiful no matter skin color, size, or shape. luv u !

You meet John in an unconventional way.

|BOOK ONE| Mae Dameron was a woman with one too many secrets. She held secrets of how she was taken from her family back on Yavin 4. Of the intense and brutal training that a sith lord had put her through. Of the nasty remarks her new guardian had always spit at her. And most importantly, she held in the secret of her being a grey Jedi. Lucky for her, her partner in crime never asked too many questions. |Highest Rankings| #1 in starwars #1 in themandalorian #1 in mandalorian #1 in starwarsfic #1 in starwarsfanfiction #1 in dindjarin #1 in dindjarinxoc #1 in pedropascal |Started: 6/26/2020| |Ended: 12/11/2020|

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.

Mrs T clapped her hands, eyebrows raised and a smile curving at her lips. "Exactly y/n, you start with your heading, you say dear and then the person you are talking to, and then put a comma. Then you put a space under it and say what you want to say. Then you say from, comma, and then your name. But..." Mrs T.'s eyes glinted mischievously, "do you want to know a really fancy way of saying 'From'?" All the kids shouted a yes in unison, but no one louder than y/n. "Sincerely" her teacher stated, writing on the board at the same time. The word sort of stuck with her and she didn't know why. Sincerely, sincerely, sincerely Finally, it was her classmate Caleb who voiced what everyone was wondering, "why are we learning this miss T?" "Pen Pals, my dear kids. You're going to make a new friend today!" #1 in MCYT- April 5, 2021 #1 in Sincerely #1 in Big Q #6 in dreamsmp