"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

Todoroki x Reader x Bakugo ❄️🔥 🐈 💥 Bakugo slowly stood up first, shivering slightly in the process as a chill ran down his spine. He was tired of avoiding the damned ice. A grimace fell upon his face as he brought his crackling palm up to his side and exploded off the pesky ice that managed to cling onto him into satisfyingly tiny shattered chunks. "So...what now, Icyhot?" The orange and yellow glow and sparks surrounding his hands had died down immensely. "I haven't put aside anything. As if I could be turned that easily...Bring your best, Bakugo...I'm taking you down." Todoroki swore, exhaling an airy and frosty breath. He took his time to stand up, but once he was back on his feet, he glanced down to inspect his virtually frozen state while patting down the sizzling hems of his sleeves and shirt that had been nearly scorched off by the explosive ash blonde's attacks. Wordlessly, he raised his left hand to utilize his Half-Hot side, his purpose being only to balance out his dangerously low temperature. "Stop talking. I will win. From here on...from here on, ya hear me?! I'm gonna beat you!" Bakugo vowed, his teeth and jaw clenched as he got into Todoroki's face and prodded him in the chest, gaining a silent but vicious and deadly look in return from the icy two toned boy. This was their first battle and declaration of war that they were going to be the one to win you over... ⚠️ [Swearing 🤬 - It's BAKUGO, duh] [Limes/Lemon/Smut 🍋😉] [FLUFF-galore ☁️🧸] [Filled with canon & non-canon storylines!] 🔞 This story is rated MATURE for a reason! 🔞 {COMPLETED}