bryce and julie fanfic

Slade Langston dies in a car crash only to wake up as Bryce Larkin three days before the CIA's most famous heist. He isn’t just a rogue agent anymore; his transmigrated soul has mutated his interaction with the Intersect, granting him Organic Optimization Powers like the Party Experience Link, which allows him to share skills and emotional stability with allies through metaphysical bonds. While he follows the script by sending the Intersect to Chuck Bartowski, he embeds a subconscious "seed" to ensure his own survival. As he navigates the dangerous waters of Fulcrum and the CIA, his Skill Evolution ability turns every street fight into a permanent upgrade, making him a "Prophet" who sees moves before they happen. Interestingly, the system makes him feel a "Mercy Debt" whenever he manipulates his team, forcing a brutal honesty that the original Bryce never possessed.

Bryce was a UX researcher who spent his life analyzing the gap between what people say and what they do. Now, he's woken up in the body of Brian Finch with a guitar player's calluses and a chemical metallic tang in his sweat. With the Immunity Protocol shielding him from the lethal side effects of NZT-48, Bryce must navigate the FBI's suspicion and Senator Morra's reach. By using Motor Skill Imprinting, he acquires tactical competencies in hours that take agents years, all while maintaining a Five-Day Window of leverage in a world where everyone else is playing catch-up.

Two friends are a total contrast to each other and have different goals, both girls have been best friends since forever. But they were separated because their lives took an opposite direction when they graduated from highschool. Unknown to these girls, they fall in love with the same Man and he can only choose one of them. Wil they be United again? Or will they hate each other as they fight to win the one they love.

Soo... I have noticed that there is not a lot of JATP fanfic on here, and since it's one of my favorite comfort shows, I have made a lil fic about it. It is told from an OC(male) perspective, and yes, it is a queer story, so if that is not for you, this is prop not your jam. There will also be some talk about depression (Julie) and being hard of hearing (many of my OC), I am not an expert, and how I write will not be how everyone experiences life. As the other story I have posted here, I have used ChatGPT for help editing and bouncing ideas (#friendless) * its been awhile since I wrote the story itself, so I dont know if I will continue it after I have edited/ posted it ¨-¨ Now also on Wattpad. All credit for the original cast and story is not mine and is owned by Netflix (I think). I have also used som characters from the show supernatural (so credt to the makers of that) as ekstra background charectars, since that is another of my comfort shows ^^

In the year 2287, humanity has colonized several planets across the galaxy. Una Bryson, a skilled cyborg space explorer, is recruited by the Galactic Union for a top-secret mission.

This is my first story on here but it is fairly popular on wattpad so I think you should maybe give this a shot.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.