Ghosts

A cold CEO raising his one-year-old son alone. A struggling actor with no family and no money. One unexpected moment-Taehyung's baby smiles only at Jungkook. And from that day, the boy who had nothing... starts becoming the baby's mamma. plot:- • Top Taehyung • Bottom Jungkook • Mpreg • Breastfeeding • Single Father Taehyung • Struggling Actor Jungkook • Baby (1 year old) • Fluff × Comfort × Healing • Slow Romance • Fate + Family Bond • CEO × Actor • Cute domestic scenes This story is a fanfiction, and all characters, situations, and events are purely fictional and created for entertainment. It is not meant to offend, harm, or disrespect anyone. If you feel uncomfortable with such themes, please feel free to skip. Thank you for reading and supporting the story. 💜 📢 [This work is original and belongs to me. I do not grant permission to anyone to translate this book to any languages.] hope you enjoy 🩷✨💌💜

"who are we to fight the alchemy" In which Sienna Jones falls for Beau Maxwell♥︎ started May 14 2026 completed tbd

Garrett Graham is the golden boy of Briar University-captain of the hockey team, arrogant, and used to getting whatever he wants. Ella Monsen is his equal in every way-captain of the volleyball team, just as confident, just as untouchable. They don't believe in love. They don't follow rules. And they definitely don't fall for people like each other. But one reckless moment turns into a dangerous game neither of them knows how to win... Because this time, it's not just about playing. It's about losing control. All rights to Elle Kennedy for the characters!

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗢𝗫𝗜𝗖 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗢 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥 🅖🅞 🅓🅡🅘🅝🅚 🅜🅘🅛🅚 ~Art by Me~ ❝𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡.❞ You are (y/n), the child of global superstars, but you were born an enigma. Instead of crying at birth, you giggled. You have a rare neurological condition that mutes all negative emotions. Fear, anxiety, and panic are just words to you. You can be bored and annoyed, but it might be to the thing that normal people often furious about. Your life is a placid, level sea, and nothing can make a wave. ...Then, on your second birthday, he gives you a soccer ball. It's a key turning in a lock, the birth of your all-consuming ego. ⚠️ 𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐰 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 ⚠️ - Followed the main timeline of Blue Lock and Blue Lock events(mostly) - This is a 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗡, it's so, so long and will contain 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 - I will try my absolute best to stick to everyone's canon personalities but your favorite character might turn into a total asshole at some point based on my mood. 😇 My apologies in advance! 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴(Current or in the past) - 𝟭#: variousxreader, bluelock, bllk, reo, isagi, karasu, shido, shidou, bllkxreader, noa, otoya, itoshirin, sae, yukimiya, chigiri, ness, rin, hiori, nagi, kaiser, itoshi

request Open! -Garrett Graham -Dean Di Laurentis -John Logan

❝ YOU'RE STARING. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❝ YOU'RE IN MY SPACE. KIND OF HARD NOT TO ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❪ in which! ❫ 𝜗ৎ willa wilmont plays a dangerous game, trapped in a toxic relationship, she grows feelings for the boy who treats her how she truly should be treated. *ੈ 🩰 ‧₊˚ ೃ⁀➷ book one in "off campus" series 𖥻 john logan 𝒙 fem! oc 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦 . . . felicity / @okfelicity ( COPYRIGHT CLAIM ! DO NOT STEAL! ) ── © sweetiiangelic 2026

"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

Sloan DiLaurentis didn't mean to find a home in Briar's hockey house. But somewhere between the midnight kitchen conversations, shared hoodies, and Beau Maxwell showing up at her door every night asking to cuddle, the house-and the people inside it-started feeling like hers. Beau was never supposed to be more than harmless flirting. Except now he knows her coffee order, sleeps better beside her, and looks at her like she's his favorite thing in the world. And Sloan's starting to realize she might feel the same way. Too bad keeping secrets in a house full of hockey players is almost impossible. Especially when everyone already knows they're in love. Everyone except Dean.

Nagashima Yuki finally transmigrated. More precisely, she reincarnated, straight into the deadly world of Jujutsu Kaisen. The moment she realized where she was, Yuki was thrilled. "Yes! I even got an awesome cursed technique! Time to join the protagonist squad!" All she had to do now was wait for recruitment. After all, wasn't a certain irresponsible white-haired teacher supposed to show up and bring talented kids to Jujutsu High? So she waited. And waited. And waited. "Why hasn't that white-haired teacher come to pick me up yet?! Hurry up and take me to Jujutsu High already!" But instead of an invitation... She attracted the attention of curse users. Now she's being hunted. Constantly. "Where are you, Gojo Satoru?! If Tokyo Jujutsu High won't take me, what about Kyoto?! Somebody recruit me already, please!!" When her life finally becomes impossible to maintain thanks to endless attacks, Yuki reaches a devastating conclusion: "This JJK production crew is way too dangerous! I quit the protagonist team!" And just before she walks into the darkness to fight it on her own terms, she glances back one last time at the school she once dreamed of joining. With tears in her eyes, she shouts toward the sky- "Gojo Satoru! Do you even know what you've lost?!" *** Gojo Satoru was born the strongest. In his entire life, only two things ever slipped through his fingers because he wasn't strong enough. One was the man who nearly killed him - Toji Fushiguro. The other was the mysterious person who appeared after his revival and took Toji away. Sorcerers inherit techniques. That person could dismantle them. Sorcerers attack with cursed energy. That person was immune. Sorcerers stand for justice. That person simply turned around, and walked into the darkness. Her name was Nagashima Yuki. And in the eyes of the jujutsu world, she was someone who stood completely opposite to sorcerers.

Dean blinked, not understanding. Not fully. "Sick how?" Rosie pressed a hand to her chest. Pain flared beneath her palm. Sharp now. Wrong. "I'm sick," she repeated. Dean stepped forward immediately. "Okay. I'll take you home. You'll feel better tomorrow." The gentleness in his voice broke her. "No, Dean." Her knees weakened. Beau caught her elbow. "Rosie." She looked at them both through tears. For weeks, she had imagined telling them. Not like this. Never like this. Not in a bar with music pounding and her heart misfiring in her chest. FINISHED TILL SEASON TWO Dean Di Laurentis x Oc x Beau Maxwell (Poly) "Jesus, all three of you need a cold shower." -Dexter