Out of every day, did it really have to be this one? In which (y/n) stumbles upon a group of strangers who look oddly familiar. I mean, what can go wrong? #2 In kyojuro {8/06/20} #3 in Iguro {10/02/20} (Cover art does not belong to me)

"This is really unfamiliar.." 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐍𝐨 𝐘𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐢, 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. (The cover is rushed!) Under going some editing!

𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓭 //𝓪𝓭𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮// 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭, 𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽. She's a singer She's a dancer She's a streamer She's a gamer But most importantly She's a babysitter of multiple demon slayers ================================ ⚠⚠Warning⚠⚠ Major/minor spoilers about the anime/manga ahead. Lots of grammatical errors and misspellings. I do not own any of the pictures and gifs in this book. They all belong to their rightful owners. The characters used in this story isn't owned by me and it rightfully belongs to Koyoharu Gotouge. The plot in this story, however, is made by me. This is a work of fiction so please bear with me if any of the ideas seem ridiculous and far-fetched. Plagiarism is a crime so don't steal my and other people's ideas/stories. Cover art isn't mine.

"Darling, of all world?" After coming back from the man-eating demon world, it's time for a well-deserved vacation from all the craziness of her own world. But what's this fatally injured person doing near her new home dumpster? Note: This story could be read as an individual story, there's no need to check my KNY x BNHA!Reader for this. You can also check this story on Ao3 and Quotev! Warning! Might contain some spoilers from the anime, manga, and a mix of the Trigun (1998 and maximum). The reader might also be OP, if you don't like this kind of story, DNI.

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭😃" ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Where Y/n and the KNY gang try to figure out a way to live together in her world. And try to get Muzan to chill out 😒 I DO NOT own Kimestu No Yaiba, credits to the original owner. 👏👏 Pictures and art aren't mine... ⚠️Manga spoilers⚠️ Also....this is my first book🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

This is a story that (might) contain suggestive scenes,so please be aware of that. (Y/N, L/N is your name and last name) Your female, 15 years old and just had to move out of your school because of your mom. You already knew Michael but for bad reasons. When you're at the bus stop hes also there and picks on you, you always fight back though. Also, your parents were friends in Highschool. So, they immediately made you two friends. Michael Afton is 15 years old, he has a friend group of four. Jeremy Fitzgerald- 15 Mark Taylor- 15 Aiden Smith- 15 Michael bullys others with his friends, he still bullys you but not as bad. One of his friends that arent in the friend group actually develop feelings for you. When Michael found it, he did not take it that well.. At the start of this story, it's september 1982. You were born in 1968 and Michael was born in 1967.

(records of ragnarok x reader) A Long time ago a rumor was spread that a once celestial being had been sent to Earth, as a way to understand humanity better. To learn how it felt to be rich, poor, sick, happy, and... human. Each life was different, but the one thing they all had in common was that they would forget the life they had before and only remember the experience. But who would put themselves through all that torture? Well to be honest no one would, especially not a god. But who said it was a god? ~~~~~~~ Warning: This story contains Profanity, Violence (like a shit ton), and mature themes.

(Obsessed! Bnha x Modern! Betrayed! Reader) Dead-ends. They usually mark the end of a journey, or so I thought. I' m favored like an expired coupon. Once full of value, until your time runs out, and your worth is nothing but a penny. If you could even say It would be worth that much. Most people don' t even bother to take note of my presence until I say something. Reality is harsh, so that' s why I revolve around fictional characters and shows. They ever so slightly heal my wounded heart. I would love to have people that listen to me, which is an idea I like hearing come out of my mouth. But sadly, that' s only a fantasy, a stupid one too.