•• Reyna hasn't had the easiest life. Born to a father responsible for unspeakable crimes, she is forced to flee her home at the age of twelve, leaving her loving mother at the will of her father. Ten years later, Reyna, now a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, is on the run from Hydra, wanted by the evil organization because of the identity of her long-dead parents. She's spent years running from herself, but when a man with a metal arm appears and takes her prisoner, Reyna is forced to realize that if she doesn't start facing up to who she really is, her past might just end up killing her. •• Bucky x OC 《 copyright @jordan7095 》 Cover picture is not mine. it is from Tumblr. credit goes to whoever made it.

Y/n Maximoff- One of the triplets. Experimented on by Hydra along with her brother and sister, she gained incredible and dangerous powers. Pietro's death in the battle against Ultron crushed Y/n and her sister, but while everyone comforted Wanda, Y/n was blamed for his death. She had watched, as a her big brother by 31 minutes ran to save Clint and a child, knowing he would be filled with bullets. As her brother was being a hero and sacrificing himself, Y/n watched, frozen in fear, as he died. It didn't even cross her mind to use her powers to protect him. Now, six months later, Bucky joins the group, and to Y/n's surprise, actually speaks to her. Against the Avenger's advice and warnings of Y/n being a traitor and coward, Bucky grows close to her. They grow to comfort each other and slowly, heal each other. However, as Y/n's mental state slowly unravels itself, it begins to look like not even Bucky can save her from herself.

Gabin et Agathe se sont rencontrés à dix-sept ans au mariage de leurs frères et sœurs respectifs. Qui aurait pensé que les deux familles auraient trouvé en cette soirée de nombreux points communs ? Soudain, Gabin et Agathe se croisent bien plus souvent qu'à des mariages. Du repas du dimanche à Noël, les voilà obligés de se fréquenter à chaque fois que leurs parents veulent « se faire une bonne bouffe ». En l'espace d'un an jour pour jour, Agathe et Gabin auront la chance de partager vingt-quatre fêtes, du repas d'anniversaire aux dates les plus oubliées du calendrier. Et en vingt-quatre fêtes, ils s'aimeront, se détesteront, et tenteront d'assembler pièce par pièce ce qui ressemble peut-être à une jolie histoire. Gabin et Agathe se sont rencontrés à dix-sept ans au mariage de leurs frères et sœurs respectifs et depuis, ne se sont plus jamais quittés.

"Her name is Hela," he replied, watching the infant lose interest in the shield and move onto something else. Hela looked up at the mention of her name and the same grin came across her face. The smile reminded the Avengers of Loki, it was clearly obvious. The child seemed more innocent, but she was clearly his daughter. It didn't take a genius to know what they were about to do. The Avengers were about to have their hands full. Loki's only daughter was taken from him when she was just a baby. Her father was a criminal and unfit to care for her, and her mother was dead, so Odin ordered Hela to be sent to Midgard. Thor automatically calls up S.H.I.E.L.D. and soon Hela is being sent there to be raised by the Avengers. How will the young girl turn out being raised by superheroes, and more importantly, how will Earth's Mightiest Heroes fair against Loki's daughter?

Louison a quatorze ans. Louison a perdu sa sœur. Louison voit son amie déménager. Louison a peur de se confier à ses parents. Alors, elle écrit. Son stylo frotte le papier, chaque jour. Les larmes roulent sur ses joues, chaque jour. Louison n'est pas vraiment Louison. La vraie Louison est brisée, oubliée depuis longtemps. Louison n'est qu'un flocon de neige. « C'est l'histoire d'un flocon de neige. De loin, il parait exactement comme les autres. Blanc, petit, presque invisible. » /Ce livre est la propriété de Pashminou. Tous droits réservés, plagiat strictement interdit./

Je l'ai remarqué tout de suite. Assise là, devant le lycée, belle et inaccessible, perdue dans ses pensées. Je ne l'avais jamais vue avant et pourtant, son image s'est gravée au fer rouge dans mon esprit. Comment aurais-je pu deviner qui elle était réellement?

This is a poem I wrote. I figure it was good enough to put on here. I hope you like it!!

Je sais que tu ne liras que dans longtemps ces pages, et c'est tant mieux. Merci pour tout ce que tu as fait pour moi. Malheureusement, je suis une ado dépressive et tourmentée. Je suis perdue et je n'arrive pas à t'exprimer que j'ai besoin de toi. En tout cas, merci, meilleure amie. Un gros merci à @Sohalia547 pour la cover ^^