A HOME BUILT ON BLANKETS | "Why do you always check if I've eaten?" "Because someone should." -────୨ৎ──── "You fell asleep again." He says it softly, kneeling beside her. Blankets tucked around her shoulders. Toddlers still napping. "Next time, I'll bring you a pillow too." ────୨ৎ──── Hanae Miyuari always wanted to join the Babysitter Club. Not because it looked good on paper, not for medals or praise-but because something in her softened around kids. She asked a year ago. Her parents said no. Now? She's been assigned by the Chairwoman herself. And she couldn't be happier. From being the top student of Morinomiya Academy to wiping crayon stains off her uniform and memorizing snack preferences Hanae's world shifts. The toddlers love her. She's patient, calm, always prepared. But Ryuichi Kashima sees something more. He watches when she hums as she ties tiny shoelaces. She listens when his silence speaks louder than words. They fall slowly, without realizing. And between shared umbrellas, quiet naps, and juice box negotiations, something warm builds between them. ────୨ৎ──── ryuichi kashima × oc (reader) In which the daycare's newest member is gentle, quietly brilliant, and secretly in love with this place-long before she ever walked in. He watches over his little brother. She watches over all of them. And maybe, in the quiet between nap times and picture books, they learn to watch over each other too. ────୨ৎ──── I highly recommend watching the anime first, though it's not really necessary since I wrote this solely based on the anime.

They were opposites in every way - the quiet boy who lived in shadows, and the girl who seemed made of light. Damian Wayne has spent his life behind walls - guarded, focused, and trained to face the darkness of Gotham. Daisy Williams has spent hers in color and warmth, never knowing that behind the classmate's calm green eyes hid a world of secrets. A simple mix-up of notebooks becomes the start of something neither expected: friendship, trust, and a bond that deepens through every challenge and stolen glance.

After dying in an accident, I woke up in the world of Beyblade Burst. At first, I was excited about actually living through an anime show. But I was discovering things that aren't explained in the show, and things get really complicated when you have no experience in romance but find yourself falling for a certain albino boy... Inspired by Miraculously Reincarnated by Ziy_ing Cover created by @MiraculousPokeblader 🥇The Jewel Awards (General Fiction Category)

❀˖° In which Azalea West the only daughter of Persephone couldn't keep her eyes off the new arrival in camp half-blood. OR ❀˖° In which the son of Poseidon and the daughter of Persephone fall madly in love with each other. ❀•°❀°•❀ "You were like two seconds ahead of me flower girl." "More like four seconds ahead, sunshine." ❀•°❀°•❀ // Percy Jackson and the Olympians (TV series) //Percy Jackson x femOC Completed for now until season two!

I've always loved my world. The quiet power of good tailoring, the way a name can open a door before you even knock, the elegance of knowing exactly where you belong. I love the rituals. The stillness before a gala begins. The whispered negotiations behind a champagne glass. The way silence is not absence-but control. There's beauty in structure. Comfort in legacy. I never needed to rebel to feel alive. I had Europe, I had Yale, I had purpose stitched into every inch of me. And yet... Every now and then, there's a moment. A crack in the perfectly painted walls. A glance, a word, a face I can't explain. She was one of those moments. Familiar in a way that had nothing to do with memory. We didn't speak. Not really. But something between us shifted the air, like a thread being pulled from a fabric I thought was seamless. And suddenly, I wasn't sure if what I loved was mine- or just what I was told to love.

Vivica Taylor knew just about everything. She could look at a set of remains and learn what sports they played as a child. She could discern their last meal and when it was eaten just by looking at the contents of their stomach. She could look at a piece of bread and name the calories. But, there was one thing she could never understand. Doctor Spencer Reid. Criminal Minds x Bones Spencer Reid x Female!OC

She was never meant to exist in this time. But without her, none of them would have. In the final battle of Hogwarts, a stray curse strikes Hermione Granger's Time Turner, hurling her decades into the past-straight into the heart of the First Wizarding War. Blood-adopted by the Potters and going by the alias Lyra, she finds herself among a generation not yet broken by war: James and Lily, Sirius, Remus... and Regulus Black. As she navigates shifting alliances, manipulates Death Eater politics, and dismantles Horcruxes before they're even made, Hermione refuses to let another generation die for a war they never chose. But rewriting history comes at a cost, and the more she changes, the less room time has for her. Falling for Regulus Black was never part of the plan. Neither was becoming a myth. A story about sacrifice, second chances, and the quiet power of choosing peace. Because not every hero is remembered-some are erased to make room for the lives they saved.