You just a normal girl with the powers to see those horrid curses ever since your parents died. Him a Cursed Scorerer that's lived a thousand years, now trapped in a teenagers mind. Read through the story of how this came to be and what happened on your journey to his dead heart. I dont own anything of Jujutsu Kaisen or any of its characters other than the reader. ⚠️Spoilers⚠️ There are spoilers in this!!

(Completed) After living through a week from hell a drunken one night stand with none other than Dabi leaves you forgetting your shit life and wanting more. After that you find yourself running into Dabi more and more trying to resist the urge to jump back into bed with him, also what will you do when you find out he's a villain?? And your recruited to join the league???...... Warning this story contains: Lemon 🍋 Drug reference and use Alcohol abuse Blood and gore Cover by: lilytrii Thanks so much for making this awesome cover art 🥰 My hero academia and all of its characters are owned by Kohei Horikoshi

Your senior year is around the corner a new boy moves in next to you. You promise to stay away from him since he spells bad news, but what you don't know is that he'll turn your life upside down. details: - brief hawks x reader - not tied to the mha storyline

"I'm a bad person. Does that make a difference?" - Meeting someone who was severely injured in the pouring rain wasn't what Y/N expected when she left work early, but she tried to make the best of it. Thankfully, her quirk came in handy for times like these. But it didn't make a difference when choosing between a simple life working in a hospital as a healer or a risky, lust filled relationship with the same stranger she found in the alleyway that evening. - |Dabi x Cis Female Reader| |contains: smut, violence, and strong language| Highest rankings: #1 in Dabi /#1 in DabixReader / #1 in Shigaraki / #1 in League of Villains/ #2 in MHA / #1 in Todoroki art on cover by: @/kyomuninatta on twitter 🤍

A story in which Shinsō Hitoshi is a little bit of a bad boy. (Name) feels like the mysterious purple haired boy is always out of her reach. One minute he's an open book to her, the next, he's as cold as ice. Not even the summer heat can melt him but can (Name) change that?

Dream x Reader - You, George's sister, find yourself on an adventure down to the States with your brother to finally meet his best friend. George isn't happy about your new-found friendship blooming with Clay. He's happy for his friend, just not that it's you he likes. Mostly uses female pronouns, as I wrote it as a sister!reader. It does get a bit steamy but there is definitely no smut! This is your warning! Cross-Listed on Ao3 under the same title and username! Cover art by my very close friend, Chexmix!! I will also remove this if any cc wishes me to! Best Ranks #3 on DreamWasTaken!! POGGERS #1 on xreader!!!!!! POGCHAMP #20 on Dream #1 on GeorgeNotFound!!! POGCHAMP #12 on Fanfiction #1 on DreamWasTakenXReader!!! Woohoo #1 on Clay?! #1 on Finished!!! #1 on Minecraft!!! pogchamp!!

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

Caught in a war L'Manburg can't win, Wilbur offers up one last thing. You.