𝘛𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘠/𝘯 𝘐𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 ꧁𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓꧂ 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑪𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ♡︎ I do not own jjk or any of the pictures in this story

"Come," he held out his hand an I held up mine, making him grab my waist and pick me up, throwing me over his shoulder Am I dead? I must be dead? Or maybe it's a mirage "Yuji put me down, I'm probably hurting you," I kicked my legs, "you're not heavy Y/N, you're not even half the weight of what I bench and squat," he told me as I fell silent I think he likes me Nobara has been telling me that, but it's not possible. Why me? He walked to the locker room door and put me down, "I like you, I want you," he spoke as my eyes widened "I know you're a little cute ball of anxiety, but I needed to tell you. You don't have to respond or let me know how you feel yet. I just needed you to know," he handed me my bag and kissed my forehead walking away

VAMPIRE MANSION. ౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ jujutsu kaisen. ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ⑯ ━━ 🦇 the world is crawling with vampires on every corner, yet never did you think the guy with sickeningly pale skin, and no desire for existing would prove to be one of those beings. he's your roommate, and apparently he hates the smell of garlic, and the sight of mirrors. black reader fic.

Zoila inherited her autism from her mothe-and a longing for the gentle, steady love her parents share. But loud crowds, sudden noises, and unpredictable days make the world feel overwhelming. Then she meets Ezra, a quiet, patient boy who understands her in ways no one else ever has.

She's a quiet BBW college girl who mind her business and stay out the way. They was never supposed to cross paths but once they do, danger, and love mixed with the streets. And when you fall for a man like him... there ain't no such thing as safe.

Amira Hart was never meant to be part of the story. Not the public one, anyway. But behind every polished legacy is the girl no one talks about-the one who was loved in secret, then left in silence. For two years, Amira and Brooks Whitmore IV lived in that silence. He was the President's son, raised for cameras and campaign trails. She was the woman he chose when no one was watching. Their worlds were never meant to meet. The cards were stacked long before they kissed in the dark. Now, two years later, a wedding invitation arrives. His name is on it. So is hers. Told in fragments and flashbacks, His Secret is a quiet storm of a love story-about memory, erasure, and the women history tries to forget.