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Michael Jackson is searching for someone to care for his children while preparing for another studio album. Not a nanny, a mentor. Y/n is overqualified, painfully ambitious, and far too arrogant to accept an ordinary job after graduating university. So when she discovers a private caregiving position with an absurd salary, she applies immediately. She expects spoiled children, an absent employer, and easy money. What she doesn't expect is Michael Jackson himself. And Michael quickly realizes the infuriating young woman he hired may be the only person in years who refuses to be intimidated by him.

IN WHICH Serenity Taylor absolutely despises hockey; including John Logan and his friends. Constantly running away from a past that always seems to catch up to her. ~~~~☼~~~~ FEM OC x John Logan OFF CAMPUS

[ completed and also on ao3 ] In their four years of knowing each other, Draco Malfoy and Amora Buckley have never managed to see eye to eye. However, when the pair are locked in the library overnight together, things start to change between them- and neither of them like it. Throw in Harry Potter's not-so-subtle crush on Amora, the fact that her cousin is Hogwarts' golden boy Cedric Diggory, and that her mother is the Muggle Studies professor, and things are bound to get even more complicated... TROPES/EXTRA TAGS: enemies to lovers, secret relationship, forced proximity, forbidden love, opposites attract, slowburn. TRAINING WHEELS draco malfoy x oc goblet of fire - deathly hallows harry potter series.

❛oh you think you're so smooth!❜ ❛ I think you're smiling ❜ Where Caleb McDaniel is not being a good islander because all he wants is her. He doesn't need to 'explore' he just needs her. And You know what they say. A man that yearns earns. Caleb McDaniel /female oc 2026 © JAILUNCLE Love island fanfiction

❛❛ I hate that I made you love me. ❞ Viola Winslet and Draco Malfoy have spent years pretending to be polite family friends to please their parents while secretly despising each other at Hogwarts, where every encounter turns into a battle of insults, pride, and control. But when forced proximity and family expectations keep throwing them together, their hatred starts to blur into something neither of them is willing to name. disclaimer : these are my ideas, I will not tolerate any sort of copying or extreme heavy inspo. I also will not tolerate nonconsensual translating !! - enemies to lovers - slow burn - family friends - childhood "friends" - accurate/canon draco - mature themes - mature language - spoilers - spice Started: 06/13/26 Ended: ? tags: #1 malfoy #1 dracofanfic #1 dracotok #1 pureblood © xeylio

🩸⚖️ ❝ أَلَــمْ تُسْلِمْنِــي لِلْعَدَالَــةِ، مَعَالِــي الوَزِيــر؟ أَلَيْــسَ هَذَا حُكْــمُ القَانُــون؟ ❞ ❝ إِن كُنْتَ مِيــزَانَ العَدَالَــةِ، وَالعَــدْلُ جَـارَ عَلَيْــكَ،فَسَأكْسِــرُ المِيــزَانَ... وَأَزِنُ الدُّنْيَــا بِقَلْبِــكَ. ❞ 🩸⚖️ - ✦ - ابتدأت : 10/02/2025 انتهت:.... جَـميع الحقـوق محـفوظة لي ككاتـبة أصلـية للـرواية لا أسمـح بالتقـليد أو الإقتـباس!!

"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.

Violet Reed doesn't have the luxury of making mistakes. At Briar University on scholarships and two part-time jobs, every grade, every shift, and every decision matters. Failure isn't an option. Neither is Dean Di Laurentis. Rich. Connected. Entitled. Everything Violet has spent her life learning to avoid. After catching her boyfriend cheating on her, Violet swears off relationships altogether. Now living with Allie Hayes and trying to put her broken heart back together, she's focused on one thing: Herself. Then Dean decides he wants her. Unfortunately for him, Violet isn't impressed by his charm, his money, or his reputation. For the first time in his life, Dean hears a word no girl has ever dared tell him. No. Most guys would've walked away. But the more Violet pushes him away, the more determined Dean becomes to prove he's not the guy she thinks he is. And the more Dean gets to know Violet, the more he realizes she's worth fighting for. But trust isn't rebuilt overnight. Especially when the last people Violet trusted destroyed her. ────୨ৎ──── ✮ Dean Di Laurentis x Female OC ✮ Dual POV ✮ Based on the Off Campus TV series ────୨ৎ──── Highest rankings: #1 in DEANDILAURENTIS #1 in PRIME #4 in OFFCAMPUS

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, yanderexreader, yandere, fanfiction

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