For generations, the Thompson family has used their wealth and mediumistic powers to protect Sunnydale from supernatural threats. Sixteen-year-old Kaylie resents the duty, while her twelve-year-old brother Max eagerly awaits his turn. When they discover a hostile group, the Spirit Syndicate, is deliberately causing the chaos they clean up, the siblings must unite to uncover the Syndicate's mysterious goal and stop them from tearing apart the veil between worlds for good.

Don't fall for a Fontana. That was the rule Mina Moon grew up with, etched into her bones and repeated like a warning she was never meant to forget. Because the Fontanas aren't just powerful; they're a plague. And Lorenzo Fontana? He's the worst of them all. Cold. Calculating. Possessive. He's the kind of man who ruins lives without blinking, and as the head of the Fontana empire in the UK, he has plenty of lives to choose from. Mina knows better than to get close. She knows the blood-stained history between their families. She knows what happens to people who forget the rules. But one reckless night changes everything. A little too much whiskey. A moment of weakness. And suddenly, the most dangerous man she's ever known is looking at her like she's the only thing worth saving in his dark, violent world. Now she's hiding a secret that could destroy them both. Because in their world, secrets don't stay buried-they get people killed. And when the truth comes out, it will burn everything to the ground. Enemies by blood. Lovers by mistake. Destruction by choice. In a world where loyalty is lethal, falling for the enemy isn't just dangerous- It's a death wish.

Have you ever caught yourself daydreaming during class? Maybe about getting accepted into UA. Maybe about living in the dorms with Class 1-A. Maybe about becoming best friends with your favorite characters. Or maybe... just maybe... you've imagined what it would be like to accidentally fall for a certain red-and-white-haired boy. And honestly? Can anyone blame you? Shouto Todoroki is somehow the dangerous combination of adorable, handsome, socially confused, and unintentionally hilarious. The man is a walking threat to my sanity. So for all my fellow daydreamers, self-insert lovers, and Todoroki simps, this fanfic is for you. ♡ Join Y/N as she survives dorm life, hero training, chaotic classmates, questionable decisions, emotional rollercoasters, and the daily challenge of existing around Todoroki without spontaneously combusting. Expect: ✦ Class 1-A chaos ✦ Dorm shenanigans ✦ Friendship, drama, and found family ✦ Late-night conversations ✦ Aizawa questioning his career choices ✦ Bakugo yelling ✦ Kaminari being a menace ✦ And enough Todoroki moments to keep us all fed This story is heavily interactive, so I would absolutely LOVE hearing your theories, reactions, screaming, keyboard smashes, and emotional breakdowns in the comments. Trust me, I will read all of them. 📅 Update Schedule: Tuesday • Thursday • Saturday/Sunday So grab your imaginary UA acceptance letter and come join the chaos. Because living with Class 1-A was already a disaster waiting to happen. Falling for Todoroki Shouto? Nobody warned us about that part.

Meet Dawn 😐🖤 🔗😈🧠 and Faye 😋🎀 🌸💥🧠 The human versions of caffeinated raccoons with poor impulse control. Currently monetizing a haunted apartment. Most people run from haunted apartments. Dawn and Faye moved in on purpose. After getting evicted (for reasons that may or may not involve a séance, a fire alarm, and a oujia board), the twins find the perfect place: Room 404, Marlow Apartments. It has a certain reputation... Tenants don't stay. Lights flicker. Walls bleed. Something whispers at exactly 3:17 a.m. The ghosts expect screaming. Panic. Maybe tears. What they get instead is a camera in their face and: "Wait-can you do that again but slower? The lighting was bad." Within days, the haunting is no longer a tragedy. It's content. And when Dawn and Faye launch Ghost Hunters Inc., a paranormal investigation channel that treats actual spirits like mildly inconvenient coworkers, things spiral out of control faster than anyone-living or dead-can handle. Viewer discretion is advised. Not because of the ghosts. But because of the chaotic twins who are determined to turn everything into content and monetization. Could you handle them?