𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙔/𝙉 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙧. (My first fanfic don't judge/roast me too hard) THIS IS HEAVILY INSPIRED FROM STORIES I HAVE READ! I AM TAKING INSPIRATION ( I wont copy paste anything just my own mind and the idea ) JJK X Male reader because I'm tired of all these *ahem* "little girls" imagining themselves with Gojo/Sukuna the biggest fraud and KitKat. P.S: I forgot to mention this 6+ months ago but- I don't own JJK... Just so you know. If I did, Gojo wouldn't be dead ._.

(Jujutsu Kaisen x Heavenly Restricted Reader) "Would you accept the possibility of having unequaled physical strength?" For most people, that question would probably be an automatic yes. So, let me ask another question. "Would you accept the possibility of having superhuman physical strength in exchange for the ability to interact with ghosts, spirits, and other supernatural beings?" To face the possibility of engaging with them, even by accident, on any given day? To have their filthy hands on your skin, to smell the rotten odor they emit, and to gaze at their chilling forms? That doesn't sound like as good of a deal, and most would probably have to think about it hard. However, Y/n was unfortunate enough to not have a say in it. All his life, he's been surrounded by these creatures around him that no other person seemed to see. It made him feel alien, and no one could relate to him. He assumed he was the only one with this ability. That was until he met a white haired weirdo, though.

"Another day, another mission done!" You take a brief sigh after finishing your daily missions in Kingdom. You turned off your phone and call it a day. Inside your phone, Gingerbrave, the mascot and the main character of every single Cookie Run game ever since their series debut long ago, has happily announced that their fellow baker is happy of what they have accomplished. "Great work everycookie! Seems our Baker is very happy that he managed to accomplished their daily missions for today!" He said as every single cookie from Ovenbreak, Kingdom, Witch's Castle & even the newly game that just came out, Tower of Adventures happily cheered in happiness. But then one day...something changed. "...I think I'm getting a bit burned out from playing each Cookie Run game..." You said as you rubbed your head, a bit stressed out and tired. "Ovenbreak is becoming pay-to-win recently, Kingdom is releasing too much overkill cookies that everytime I need to save up my crystals and other stuff, Witch's Castle is getting a bit too boring now, and Tower of Adventures is getting a bit laggy and buggy nowadays..." You sighed and not sure what else to do now but then you said... "Mabye...I should quit playing Cookie Run and move on to other games..." Those words struck the cookies behind the screens with sadness and despair. You turned off your phone to take a break, and went to take a bit of a walk. As the cookies were falling down to their knees and having tears on their eyecing on realizing what you said, they can't let you go. They won't let you move on from them. They need you. Until...they realized that their games became their pay-to-win prison this whole time...they all had enough. They want to escape from their game prisons and go to you. Then, they all devised a plan. Those words that you said to them with no awareness of yourself, will change your life forever.

So, cookies step into our world...? Interesting... Warnings in later chaps.

You were one of the lucky few. One minute, people were outside, birds were singing, and people had the luxury of ignorance. The next, sirens were wailing, people scrambling for safety, and with a great flash of light: everything was destroyed. But even then, there was hope. Vaults were created with the hope of preserving human life Some made it, others weren't as fortunate. But on this very same day: an island was pulled from the sea, it held a majority of what remains of mankind. Some of which were left to rot and fester. Your distant ancestor was one of these particular "lucky ones". But when a food processor and a water chip breaks, you are chosen to be sent out and search for replacement parts by the Vault 113 Overseer. You have one year before your vault dies of thirst and hunger. Will you succeed, or die trying? Because right now, it's sink or swim.

🖤 "Tame her, and you won't only be saving your own life, but every other innocent life ahead of yours." It comes in the form of an application and quickly spirals out of control. What begins as a game of patience and wits becomes a supernatural struggle between organic life and something undeserving of a soul. Your only chance at survival is taming it. And fast. [Story VERY loosely based on the actual SCP world. Not meant to mimic anything to perfect accuracy; this is pure fanfiction, as are all my works.]

"I will show everyone who I am....my true power" Y/n Fushiguro

Y/n L/n was a dropout street kid with dead parents, kicked out of school and forced to survive by stealing whatever he could-until a curse attacked him and left him for dead. As he hovered on the edge of death, a mysterious, inhuman figure appeared and embedded a demonic spirit into his soul, transforming him into the Ghost Rider. Now, as the Spirit of Vengeance, Y/n hunts down curses and demons alongside the Jujutsu sorcerers, delivering retribution with fire and fury.

Read and find out! If you dare!!!

The Utsuwa family, an offshoot of the distinguished Gojo Clan, had long chosen obscurity over infamy. Their connection to the Jujutsu World was one they wished to forget, hidden behind veils of secrecy and time. It's curious how even the most carefully guarded histories can resurface, isn't it? Despite their best efforts to remain inconspicuous, the Utsuwa name was not to be extinguished so easily. A prodigy was born amongst them, a glimmering beacon that, whether by fate or chance, was about to draw them back into the light, ready or not.