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~Tom Riddle X Reader Story~ (Y/N) wasn't too excited to start her last year of Hogwarts, she has a hard time getting along with anyone there, especially Tom Riddle, a dangerous student she's alway been told to stay away from. This last year, she realizes that she'll be seeing him a lot more than she thought she would, forcing her to notice strange things about him that's she's never noticed these past few years. Mature but not for the reasons you think....

"You are going to teach me how to defeat those monsters and in exchange..." She would probably offer her soul, humans often did that and that would be the bare minimum after all she had put him through. And at the end of the day he was still the king of all curses, Ryōmen Sukuna! "...I won't ignore you!" ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 •fluff + angst •Anime only beware •cursing •I'm not a native English speaker, so please if you find any errors make me notice them so that I will improve •slow burn •side Gojo/MC 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 -4.7.21 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 - - - Please leave a comment and a vote if you don't mind, it helps me keep writing!

『SOMETHING BAD IS 'BOUT TO HAPPEN TO ME』 『I DON'T KNOW IT, BUT I FEEL IT COMING』 『MIGHT BE SO SAD, MIGHT LEAVE MY NOSE RUNNING』 『I JUST HOPE SHE DON'T WANNA LEAVE ME』 『DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP』 『HONEY, I BELONG WITH YOU, AND ONLY YOU, BABE』 『ONLY YOU, MY GIRL, ONLY YOU, BABE』 •TRAGEDY • LIGHT ANIME SPOILERS •ART CREDITS TO: UNKNOWN. IF YOU KNOW THE ARTIST, PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO THEY CAN BE CREDITED SONG CREDITS: Dark Red -- Steve Lacy

"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

It was the absolute rule of the court that he plays on The canon, Ushijima Wakatoshi only needed to be given a high toss in order to score a point. And the rule had been absolute ever since he was in junior high. Whoever they were, whatever their position was, wherever they came from, he had beaten them more than they could retaliate, and this was an apparent fact. The absolute rule has always been followed. It should have been followed... If you weren't on the opposing side. After all, this absolute rule of an absolute point... does not apply to you. And Ushijima Wakatoshi knows this fact- he had known ever since he had first met you, had trained with you and he still knows it now. The ball rotated in a nasty rotation as it was almost disfigured when it left the slam of the athlete's hand. You whistled as you saw it at first. And here he says he was just playing casually. You swoop in on the angle it was directed to, adjusting the balls of your feet as to stabilize your body for the impact, and received it head on. And they could all see it. How the nasty spin of the ball who would leave most players helpless was instantly being killed as soon as it landed in your forearm. The athlete could only grin at the familiar view once again. But this had always been the case and Ushijima Wakatoshi knows. The callouses on your arms and hands were a testament of the feats you've accomplished as an athlete, of feats he didn't knew were possible. If he was an eagle preparing to take flight in the professional stage, your place in that sky has already been engraved. And he often finds himself wondering- How can someone so small be bigger than he is? - A/N: Warning for Size difference and eventual smut. Warning that the reader is an OP (overpowered) character. It says Ushijima x reader but its actually an OC, just written in a second pov.