Never before she felt like this, felt safe in someone's arms. She didn't understand what these feelings meant for her. What it meant for them. Lena Luthor. Kara Danvers. Best friends, or not? What are they? And what are these feelings? Should Kara tell her about her secret? Even her friends don't know about it, just her sister Alex knows. Is it worth the risk? Trusting a Luthor? Dealing with her traumatic past Lena tries to be "normal". Act normal and be strong. But still, the blond woman confuses her emotions. Can she trust her best friend enough to tell her what happend? Let the real fight for Lenas soul begin! (slow burn)

Just a bunch of One-shots of the BET ladies with Female reader. Requests are open.

After six years of addiction, homelessness, abusive relationships, and forced rehabilitation, Adelina Vasile Dimitrescu is released from rehab with nowhere left to go except the home of the wife who threw her out. Once a successful accountant and devoted mother, Adelina lost everything after her hidden drug addiction destroyed her marriage to the cold and powerful businesswoman Alcina Dimitrescu. Now sober but deeply scarred, Adelina returns to a household that no longer feels like hers, facing the daughters she abandoned and the woman who still looks at her with bitterness and disgust. As old wounds reopen and painful truths surface, both women are forced to confront whether love can survive the damage they inflicted on each other or whether some things are too broken to ever heal. A short story Inspired by "The Bones of you and I" on AO3

Just a series of oneshots of what happens while you work at Castle Dimitrescu. They all take place in the same storyline. Cover of this book is an image I found from Reddit! I hold no credit over it whatsoever.

A year after a very public breakup, Tate reunites with her ex, Y/n, to help her overcome her addiction. ▬▬▬▬ ALL CHAPTERS PUBLISHED NOW ✍️ Extra-long chapters 🤠 I hope you enjoy this :) Cover by me, as always 😼 ▬▬▬▬ IF YOU LIKE THIS READ: Rebound // Olivia Rodrigo My Number One // Tate McRae BIRDS OF A FEATHER // BILLIE EILISH love you <3 © 2025 SimpleTimez

i know the cover reads "by AK24_" but i'm "st4rzxrt" now. some of them are not mine. fluff smut g!p angst/fears read if you have swag and love those two lovebirds

A bedslave as a present from Titus is the last way Lexa expects the day to end. A thin, weightless girl that is littered with bruises and cuts, brainwashed to serve. Lexa, as the Heda, doesn't really have the best relationships to people and thus, doesn't have the greatest knowledge of how to help or heal Clarke either. But Lexa doesn't need to know about everything. Clarke easily becomes her first priority to take care of without any lessons. [#1 clexa, 10th october 2022] [#1 the100fanfic, 29th december 2022]

REQUESTS OPEN basically one shots from the 100. Also the real life actors as well. these are the characters I will do but if there are requests I may do others Lexa / alycia Debnam-Carey Clarke Raven Reyes Octavia Luna Anya I will do fluff, smut, triggers, angst, ect..

What if Tyler Galpin was not the Hyde? What if... it was Enid? So the Hyde in the asylum, the monster who betrayed her, Wednesday's first kiss... was Enid Sinclair. And for some reason, Wednesday visits her. She is not the person Wednesday thought she knew. A monster. A psychic. Both, tortured by memories. Of what they once had, what they couldn't have, and what they are. (CREDITS TO THE WRITERS OF WEDNESDAY. BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I DID NOT MAKE THE SHOW)

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)