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)

Enid Sinclair returns to Nevermore Academy changed - quieter and bound by secrets she refuses to share. What begins as curiosity unravels into something far more dangerous when Wednesday discovers the truth: Enid's mother plans to force her into an arranged marriage to "cure" her of who she really is. As walls crumble and desire takes hold, Wednesday is faced with emotions she cannot dissect and a girl she cannot let go. Between defiance and devotion, the two forge something neither of them can name, a bond that burns even in the dark. But love in a world like theirs is never simple... and some promises are as dangerous as they are beautiful.

in which a bunch of dumbasses create a group chat wenclair xajax yokovina please stop reainbg this im so done rn sotp

"It's about Yumeko Jabami." Kira stopped walking. Of course it was. Everyone knew Yumeko Jabami by then. New transfer. Untouchable posture. Eyes that seemed to catalog people rather than greet them. She had dismantled a senior in poker club her first week and smiled while doing it. Rumor said she gambled for fun, not money, which made her either very rich or very dangerous. "And?" Kira said. Chad exhaled. "I like her." That, at least, tracked. "She doesn't care," he went on, too quickly. "About the usual stuff. Parties, cars, whatever. I've tried talking to her and it's like-" He gestured vaguely. "She's already ten steps ahead. Like she's waiting for something interesting to happen." Kira raised an eyebrow. "And you think that something is me." He hesitated. "I think that something is... what you do." She turned to face him fully then. "Be precise." "You sell brains," Chad said. "Not answers. Frameworks. Games. You think sideways. She'd notice that."