𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙈𝙀. Stella Marx had everything figured out. She was going to graduate at the top of her class, get into a good university, and go to medical school, just like her mother. She had every advantage and friends that would support her along the way. The feelings she had for JJ Maybank could wait - if she ever decided to acknowledge them. JJ, on the other hand, had nothing to lose. He had grown up under the shadow of his father's bad reputation and was fully prepared to be defined by it. The only redeeming factor about his life would be the part he played in his best friend's rise to success, and the love he secretly held for her. When John B's father went missing, neither of them knew the chain of events that would take place or the lengths their loyalties would be tested. And if Stella and her friends knew what they were getting into when they stumbled upon a sunken shipwreck, they probably would've brushed up on their treasure hunting skills. Seasons 1-3 NO TRANSLASTIONS

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜 in which lily andrews realises she's fallen in love with her totally stupid, self-obsessed best friend.

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 In which Mara Abrams has a whole lot of anger in her just waiting to be let out. BOOK 1 cobra kai / eli moskowitz seasons 1-2 sedabxbe © 2021

dream /driːm/ noun 1. a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. anastasia [anya] evans never thought much of her dreams. she'd always had them of course, as everyone did. but one night when anya falls asleep, she awakens on the cold stone floor of what appears to be a school, her eyes meeting the cold gaze of a particular student. of course this is just a dream, a figment of her unconscious imagination. but the next night when anya falls alseep, she again awakens in that same world, becoming all too acquainted with with the curious school, and all too acquainted with the curious boy. the boy who she would find to be called, tom riddle. [tom riddle x original character]

the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. there's only so much dark magic a person can suffer before it leaves a mark. harry potter 8th year fanfic WARNING: 18+

⤷★𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰 "Ow! How the hell did you hit me so hard?" "Iron fists, baby." •••••• COBRA KAI , eli moskowitz seasons 1-6 spanish translation: @__Mortifaga__ ©f4brays 2021 I DO NOT OWN COBRA KAI AND/OR ITS STORYLINE! ONLY MY OCs AND THEIR STORYLINES