⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ ~ ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆ 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙒𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 ⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ ~ ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆"ℐ 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌ℯ 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ" "𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓌ℯ?" Perry Simmons is a force to be reckoned with. She's got everything a girl at Briar University could ever want, the perfect boyfriend, perfect grades, pretty face, and a gift for writing that has every English teacher drooling. Life seems to be breezing by for Perry, it seems to be the easiest thing ever for the college girl. But everything isn't always as it seems. That talent for writing she has, she can't seem to bring herself to write down anything real. That pretty face, she got it from her mother, and now every time she looks in the mirror she's reminded that she's the reason for her leaving. Those perfect grades she works so hard for, she only gets them because she feels worthless otherwise. And that perfect boyfriend of hers, Blake Richards, well he's nowhere close to perfect at all. Dean Di Laurentis often compares himself to a six flags, anyone can come take a ride. He's a casual sex guy, he doesn't do deep, mushy feelings. But he makes an exception for his best friend. Dean and Perry have been best friends since they were babies, growing alongside each other in a lifestyle that most would dream of. They understand each other better than anyone. Perry goes to Dean with her shit, and Dean goes to Perry with his. It's a good system. But what happens when Perry has a problem that she can't bring to Dean, when she has to start wearing covering clothes to hide her bruises, when she pushes him away? What happens when Dean Di Laurentis realizes that Perry Simmons has a lot more shit than she's been leading on?

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓇, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊. "𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖" Raised in the shadows of her non-biological sisters Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova, the youngest Jasmine, follows the structured path of missions that is laid out for her, attempting to disregard behind her stained footprints of the Red Room & HYDRA. But when an unsuspected attack deviates her from her usual path, she comes to the epiphany that her past footprints have been traced back to her, leaving her alone with a feeling of isolated vulnerability. Someone is watching. Someone has created unwanted plans for her. 🏆#1 Blackwidowfanfiction 21.03.26, 3.05.26 🏆#5 YelenaBelova 16.04.26 🏆#10 ClintBarton 5.05.26 🏆#20 Kate bishop 30.04.26 🏆#7 theavengers 12.05.26

To be continued... - Dr./Officer Kathrine Capos

"My love can't take it no more. Gotta cast it on you, on you. Gonna fall in love under the moon, baby Then I'll call you call you, call you. 'Cause I've got a love potion made for you." ~~~ 𝙄𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚é had never been normal. Not ever since she and her parents found out about the powers she possessed, which made her special in a way no one wanted to be involved with. She's been friends with Luffy since they were young, which caused them both to set sail together. What Iyana hadn't expected though, was that she would catch feelings for none other than their crew's swordsman.

"𝘙𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘹." "𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘙𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘢, 𝘶𝘩𝘩," 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, "𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥." "𝘈 𝘨𝘶𝘺'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦?" "𝘜𝘩𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩." "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯." Black shadow operative Ryan Knox is a liar. There's no other word for it, she lies to everyone like it's a sport. Which is ironic, considering how much she hates being lied to. The only person who knows everything? Nicholas Fury, the man who had Ryan's files sealed and recruited her under heavily confidential circumstances. She works alone, in the dark, acting as SHIELD's personal cleaner of messes she never made. When strange things keep happening, Ryan uncovers a trail of corruption and bloodshed, all leading back to her. Without knowing who to trust, she has to keep sniffing out the truth on her own. Ryan is forced to stare her past in the face, realizing that she's not as in control as she would like. Will Ryan Knox continue to be a liar, or will she take a leap of trust and fight back like she was meant to? bucky barnes x f!oc (age gap) tws-thunderbolts

He was never supposed to notice him. Ilya Rozanov lives in a world where every second is spoken for. Between expectations, pressure, and a career that leaves no room for hesitation. On the ice, he is untouchable. Off it, he barely exists outside what people demand from him. Wilson doesn't belong in that world at all. He works part time at the public rink and is always cleaning or staying late. He skated for fun, something to pass time if he had long shifts. (When his boss wasn't there). Ilya's team schedules early morning private ice time, lucky for Wilson his shifts are usually in the morning. Wilson couldn't stop noticing him. I mean, who didn't? And somehow, Ilya starts getting more distracted at practice. It starts small as shared looks, unspoken timing, moments that feel accidental until they happen too often to just be a coincidence. Wilson doesn't ask questions. Ilya doesn't give answers. But silence slowly stops feeling empty between them. Somewhere in all of that, something begins to form. Something careful, unfamiliar, and dangerously easy to miss if you're not paying attention. But they start to pay too much attention. It feels like a love that learned to bruise quietly. (this story is about Wilson from the Wishbone trilogy music videos made by Conan gray and Ilya Rozanov from Heated Rivalry)