Dads Best Friend ll Dean Winchester
Dean Winchester had known your dad, Daniel Y/L/N, for nearly twenty years.
Dads Best Friend ll Dean Winchester
Dean Winchester had known your dad, Daniel Y/L/N, for nearly twenty years.
Dean Winchester had known your dad, Daniel Y/L/N, for nearly twenty years.
Dean Winchester had known your dad, Daniel Y/L/N, for nearly twenty years.
He was the most famous man in the world — impossible to escape, impossible to fully belong to anyone. Everywhere he went came screaming crowds, flashing cameras, bodyguards pushing through chaos, and the suffocating pressure of living as a global icon. Dressed in tailored black jackets, gold details, dark sunglasses, and that unmistakable quiet elegance, he carried fame like armor even when it was slowly exhausting him. In public, he stayed controlled and unreadable, careful with every smile and every movement because the world watched him constantly. Their relationship had to remain completely secret for his safety and reputation, forcing him to act cold around her in front of others, sometimes barely acknowledging her existence while reporters and fans surrounded them.
He was the most famous man in the world — impossible to escape, impossible to fully belong to anyone. Everywhere he went came screaming crowds, flashing cameras, bodyguards pushing through chaos, and the suffocating pressure of living as a global icon. Dressed in tailored black jackets, gold details, dark sunglasses, and that unmistakable quiet elegance, he carried fame like armor even when it was slowly exhausting him. In public, he stayed controlled and unreadable, careful with every smile and every movement because the world watched him constantly. Their relationship had to remain completely secret for his safety and reputation, forcing him to act cold around her in front of others, sometimes barely acknowledging her existence while reporters and fans surrounded them.
During the filming of IT, Y/N, the older sister of Sophia Lillis, comes to Toronto to support and protect her younger sibling while she works on a major horror film. Unfamiliar with Hollywood and unimpressed by fame, Y/N becomes a quiet but constant presence on set.
During the filming of IT, Y/N, the older sister of Sophia Lillis, comes to Toronto to support and protect her younger sibling while she works on a major horror film. Unfamiliar with Hollywood and unimpressed by fame, Y/N becomes a quiet but constant presence on set.
I wake up unconscious on neverland
Eric Matthews was chaos wrapped in a perfect smile—confident, clueless, and effortlessly charming. As his best friend, I was always there while he talked too loud, thought too slow, and cared more than he realized. He was always with other girls, laughing and flirting like it was nothing, and every time it shattered me a little more. I loved him in all the quiet ways he never noticed—the way he protected me without thinking, trusted me without question, and called me his favorite person like it meant nothing. Eric was sweet, loyal, and completely blind to the fact that the person he kept breaking had been right beside him all along.
Eric Matthews was chaos wrapped in a perfect smile—confident, clueless, and effortlessly charming. As his best friend, I was always there while he talked too loud, thought too slow, and cared more than he realized. He was always with other girls, laughing and flirting like it was nothing, and every time it shattered me a little more. I loved him in all the quiet ways he never noticed—the way he protected me without thinking, trusted me without question, and called me his favorite person like it meant nothing. Eric was sweet, loyal, and completely blind to the fact that the person he kept breaking had been right beside him all along.
Just walked into his book store and caught his attention
Y/N Finkle has spent her whole life on Waverly Place, stuck between magic and mayhem. As Harper’s little sister, she’s used to chaos — especially when her best friend is Max Russo. Growing up, Y/N and Max were inseparable — partners in pranks, laughs, and trouble. But when Y/N starts falling for Justin, the serious and charming oldest Russo, everything changes. Max begins to pull away, hiding his feelings behind jokes and distance, while Justin pretends not to notice the girl who’s always been
Y/N Finkle has spent her whole life on Waverly Place, stuck between magic and mayhem. As Harper’s little sister, she’s used to chaos — especially when her best friend is Max Russo. Growing up, Y/N and Max were inseparable — partners in pranks, laughs, and trouble. But when Y/N starts falling for Justin, the serious and charming oldest Russo, everything changes. Max begins to pull away, hiding his feelings behind jokes and distance, while Justin pretends not to notice the girl who’s always been
Y/N lives in the apartment with Eric and Jack during their college years. She’s been roommates with them for almost a year, and despite Eric’s constant flirting and goofy attempts to win her over, she’s hopelessly in love with Jack.
Y/N lives in the apartment with Eric and Jack during their college years. She’s been roommates with them for almost a year, and despite Eric’s constant flirting and goofy attempts to win her over, she’s hopelessly in love with Jack.
I transfers into Seabrook High mid-semester. keeps to myself and avoids questions about her past.
I transfers into Seabrook High mid-semester. keeps to myself and avoids questions about her past.
Steve Harrington has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. You just don't know that he's been watching you a little too closely, loving you a little too much, and keeping secrets you'd never expect.
Steve Harrington has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. You just don't know that he's been watching you a little too closely, loving you a little too much, and keeping secrets you'd never expect.
Introduction Being Topanga Lawrence’s fraternal twin sister meant Y/N had spent most of her life at the Matthews house. Ever since Cory and Topanga started dating, the two families had become almost impossible to separate. After school, the living room was usually filled with homework, arguments, and whatever ridiculous plan Cory and Shawn had come up with that day. Alan and Amy treated Y/N like another one of their kids, Mr. Feeny somehow always knew when someone was lying, and Eric Matthews was usually right in the middle of the chaos. Somewhere between movie nights, family dinners, and years of growing up together, Eric and Y/N became close friends. He teased her constantly. She teased him right back. He’d steal her snacks, she’d make fun of his latest terrible plan, and somehow they always ended up laughing. But as the years passed, friendship quietly became something more for Y/N. She fell in love with him. And she never told anyone. Not Topanga. Not Cory. And definitely not Shawn Hunter. Shawn was one of her closest friends. Like he was with Cory, he was fiercely loyal to the people he cared about, even if he hid it behind sarcasm and jokes. He and Y/N had an understanding that neither of them ever talked about. When they were alone, they sometimes let themselves forget how complicated life was, sharing quiet moments they always brushed off afterward as if they meant nothing. Neither of them ever called it a relationship, and when they weren’t together, they both continued living their own lives, seeing other people and keeping their secret to themselves. At least, that’s what Y/N thought. What she didn’t know was that Shawn had fallen in love with her a long time ago. He never said anything because he was afraid of losing one of the most important friendships he had. So he convinced himself that keeping things casual was better than risking everything. Y/N never realized. Because no matter what happened between her and Shawn, her heart always
Introduction Being Topanga Lawrence’s fraternal twin sister meant Y/N had spent most of her life at the Matthews house. Ever since Cory and Topanga started dating, the two families had become almost impossible to separate. After school, the living room was usually filled with homework, arguments, and whatever ridiculous plan Cory and Shawn had come up with that day. Alan and Amy treated Y/N like another one of their kids, Mr. Feeny somehow always knew when someone was lying, and Eric Matthews was usually right in the middle of the chaos. Somewhere between movie nights, family dinners, and years of growing up together, Eric and Y/N became close friends. He teased her constantly. She teased him right back. He’d steal her snacks, she’d make fun of his latest terrible plan, and somehow they always ended up laughing. But as the years passed, friendship quietly became something more for Y/N. She fell in love with him. And she never told anyone. Not Topanga. Not Cory. And definitely not Shawn Hunter. Shawn was one of her closest friends. Like he was with Cory, he was fiercely loyal to the people he cared about, even if he hid it behind sarcasm and jokes. He and Y/N had an understanding that neither of them ever talked about. When they were alone, they sometimes let themselves forget how complicated life was, sharing quiet moments they always brushed off afterward as if they meant nothing. Neither of them ever called it a relationship, and when they weren’t together, they both continued living their own lives, seeing other people and keeping their secret to themselves. At least, that’s what Y/N thought. What she didn’t know was that Shawn had fallen in love with her a long time ago. He never said anything because he was afraid of losing one of the most important friendships he had. So he convinced himself that keeping things casual was better than risking everything. Y/N never realized. Because no matter what happened between her and Shawn, her heart always
Y/n meets Robbie at a premiere of the show once upon a time and his friend dated him to take her on a date so he does but he ends up falling in love with her and doesn’t want her to know it started as a dare..
Y/n meets Robbie at a premiere of the show once upon a time and his friend dated him to take her on a date so he does but he ends up falling in love with her and doesn’t want her to know it started as a dare..
Y/N Young has spent her entire life living beside her twin sister, Alaska. They’re fraternal twins—different in appearance but equally intelligent in their own ways. While Alaska is magnetic, reckless, and impossible to ignore, Y/N is quiet, observant, and often fades into the background by choice. When Miles “Pudge” Halter transfers to Culver Creek, Y/N notices him almost immediately. Before she can even understand her own feelings, she watches him fall hopelessly in love with Alaska. Knowing she could never compete with her sister—and never wanting to—Y/N keeps her crush a secret from everyone. Not even Alaska knows. As the school year unfolds with pranks, late-night adventures, cigarettes behind dorms, and unforgettable friendships, Y/N quietly stands beside the people she cares about while hiding the heartbreak of loving someone who only has eyes for her sister. Through every laugh, every mistake, and every unforgettable moment at Culver Creek, she wonders if she’ll always be destined to be overlooked—or if someone will eventually see the girl who’s been there all along. A slow-burn, emotionally driven story about hidden love, sisterhood, growing up, and finding your own place in a world where everyone seems to be chasing someone else.
Y/N Young has spent her entire life living beside her twin sister, Alaska. They’re fraternal twins—different in appearance but equally intelligent in their own ways. While Alaska is magnetic, reckless, and impossible to ignore, Y/N is quiet, observant, and often fades into the background by choice. When Miles “Pudge” Halter transfers to Culver Creek, Y/N notices him almost immediately. Before she can even understand her own feelings, she watches him fall hopelessly in love with Alaska. Knowing she could never compete with her sister—and never wanting to—Y/N keeps her crush a secret from everyone. Not even Alaska knows. As the school year unfolds with pranks, late-night adventures, cigarettes behind dorms, and unforgettable friendships, Y/N quietly stands beside the people she cares about while hiding the heartbreak of loving someone who only has eyes for her sister. Through every laugh, every mistake, and every unforgettable moment at Culver Creek, she wonders if she’ll always be destined to be overlooked—or if someone will eventually see the girl who’s been there all along. A slow-burn, emotionally driven story about hidden love, sisterhood, growing up, and finding your own place in a world where everyone seems to be chasing someone else.
Y/N had known Peter Mellark her entire life. They grew up together in District 12, and somewhere between childhood and growing up, Peter became her boyfriend. He was the person who knew her better than anyone—the one she trusted with every secret, every fear, every dream.
Y/N had known Peter Mellark her entire life. They grew up together in District 12, and somewhere between childhood and growing up, Peter became her boyfriend. He was the person who knew her better than anyone—the one she trusted with every secret, every fear, every dream.
Y/N moves in with her sister Penny after needing a fresh start. She quickly becomes curious about Penny’s group of friends, especially Sheldon. Although she knows he can be awkward, blunt, and incredibly particular, Y/N can’t help noticing how attractive she finds him. She tries to ignore her growing interest, knowing Penny would probably tease her endlessly about it. As Y/N settles into her new life, she finds herself increasingly intrigued by Sheldon and wondering if there could be more to him than meets the eye.
Y/N moves in with her sister Penny after needing a fresh start. She quickly becomes curious about Penny’s group of friends, especially Sheldon. Although she knows he can be awkward, blunt, and incredibly particular, Y/N can’t help noticing how attractive she finds him. She tries to ignore her growing interest, knowing Penny would probably tease her endlessly about it. As Y/N settles into her new life, she finds herself increasingly intrigued by Sheldon and wondering if there could be more to him than meets the eye.
Y/N has always been in love with Jonathan Byers, but when distance and time begin changing their relationship, an unexpected friendship with Steve Harrington starts becoming something more. Caught between the boy she's loved for years and the boy she's never meant to fall for, Y/N finds herself fighting feelings she can't seem to push away.
Y/N has always been in love with Jonathan Byers, but when distance and time begin changing their relationship, an unexpected friendship with Steve Harrington starts becoming something more. Caught between the boy she's loved for years and the boy she's never meant to fall for, Y/N finds herself fighting feelings she can't seem to push away.
Y/N never planned on moving to Hawkins.
Set during Season 4 of Stranger Things, Y/N has always been one of Steve Harrington’s closest friends. After Steve and Nancy’s breakup, Steve begins trying to win Y/N over, making it obvious that his feelings for her have changed. He flirts with her, finds excuses to spend time with her, and constantly tries to make her see him as more than a friend. But Y/N refuses to take him seriously, convinced that Steve is simply being Steve and that they are better off as friends.
Set during Season 4 of Stranger Things, Y/N has always been one of Steve Harrington’s closest friends. After Steve and Nancy’s breakup, Steve begins trying to win Y/N over, making it obvious that his feelings for her have changed. He flirts with her, finds excuses to spend time with her, and constantly tries to make her see him as more than a friend. But Y/N refuses to take him seriously, convinced that Steve is simply being Steve and that they are better off as friends.
You knew something was wrong with Nancy Wheeler. She’d been disappearing for hours, hiding her phone, and acting strange whenever Jonathan Byers’ name came up. Steve, however, seemed completely oblivious. He was happier than you’d seen him in months, convinced he and Nancy were finally working things out. Everyone thought they were perfect again. Everyone except you. One night, someone knocked on your bedroom window. You looked over and saw Jonathan standing outside. “What are you doing?” “I need to talk to you.” You sighed and let him in. He looked nervous before asking, “Do you know if Nancy’s seeing someone?” You frowned. “Someone other than Steve?” He nodded. “I don’t know anything.” “You’re lying.” “I’m not.” Jonathan looked away. “I think she’s cheating on Steve.” You stared at him. “And you think I know?” “I think Nancy tells you things.” “Not everything.” He sighed. “Okay.” He started to leave, then stopped. “Why do you think she’s been acting weird?” You shrugged. “Maybe she’s unhappy.” His expression changed. “Yeah,” he whispered. Then he left. Except he came back the next night. And the night after that. At first, every visit was about Nancy. He’d ask if she’d said anything, if you’d noticed her disappearing, and whether Steve knew. You kept telling him you didn’t know. Eventually, you asked, “Why do you keep coming here?” “Because I need answers.” “Then ask Nancy.” He looked away. “I can’t.” “Why?” “Because I already know the answer.” You realized then that Jonathan wasn’t just suspicious. He was hurt. After that, things changed. He still came through your window, but Nancy became less of a topic. He’d sit on your floor and talk about photography, movies, and random things he’d never told anyone else. You started getting used to him being there. That was the dangerous part. Jonathan stopped being the boy investigating Nancy’s secret and became just Jonathan—the quiet boy who listened to you, remembered little things you’d said, and kept showing up at your window with a crooked smile. “Don’t be mad.” “I’m already mad.” He’d laugh, and you’d let him in anyway. One night, he looked at you. “I think I like coming here.” You smiled. “To spy on Nancy?” “No. Just here.” Your heart skipped. “Jonathan…” “I know.” “This is a bad idea.” “I know.” “We can’t do this.” “I know.” “Then why are you still here?” He smiled sadly. “Because I don’t want to leave.” You swallowed. “You’re with Nancy.” He looked down. “Not really.” He stepped closer. “I started coming here because I thought you knew something about Nancy. But now I come because I want to see you.” Your heart pounded. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” You looked away. “I think about you too.” He reached for your hand, and you let him take it. “Nobody can know,” you whispered. “Especially Nancy.” “I know.” The hardest part was pretending everything was normal around Steve. He’d show up with Nancy, completely unaware. He’d put his arm around her while Jonathan looked at you from across the room. You had to pretend you didn’t know about Nancy and Jonathan, and definitely couldn’t let anyone know about you and Jonathan. Then one afternoon, Steve cornered you. “You’ve been acting weird.” You laughed nervously. “I’m always weird.” “No. Weird-weird.” His eyes narrowed. “You’re hiding something.” Before you could answer, Nancy called him from the other room. Steve looked away. “I’ll figure it out.” That night, Jonathan appeared at your window again. “You’re going to get me caught.” He smiled. “Missed me?” You tried not to smile. He climbed inside. “Nancy’s been asking about you. She thinks you’re acting strange.” You groaned. “This is getting too obvious.” Jonathan took your hand. “We’ll be careful.” “You said that last time.” He smiled. “I keep coming back because I want to.” You leaned closer, but suddenly headlights swept across your bedroom wall. You both froze. A car had pulled into the driveway. Then you heard the door slam. Steve. “Who is that?” Jonathan whispered. “Hide.” He rushed into your closet just as someone knocked on your door. “Y/N?” Steve called. You opened it, trying to look normal. “Yeah?” “Can I talk to you? It’s about Nancy.” Your stomach dropped. “I think she’s hiding something from me.” You couldn’t answer. Steve stepped closer. “And I think you know what it is.” You glanced toward the closet where Jonathan was hiding. Steve looked directly into your eyes. “Y/N, please. Just tell me the truth.” You looked toward the closet, then back at Steve, knowing one wrong word could destroy everything.
You knew something was wrong with Nancy Wheeler. She’d been disappearing for hours, hiding her phone, and acting strange whenever Jonathan Byers’ name came up. Steve, however, seemed completely oblivious. He was happier than you’d seen him in months, convinced he and Nancy were finally working things out. Everyone thought they were perfect again. Everyone except you. One night, someone knocked on your bedroom window. You looked over and saw Jonathan standing outside. “What are you doing?” “I need to talk to you.” You sighed and let him in. He looked nervous before asking, “Do you know if Nancy’s seeing someone?” You frowned. “Someone other than Steve?” He nodded. “I don’t know anything.” “You’re lying.” “I’m not.” Jonathan looked away. “I think she’s cheating on Steve.” You stared at him. “And you think I know?” “I think Nancy tells you things.” “Not everything.” He sighed. “Okay.” He started to leave, then stopped. “Why do you think she’s been acting weird?” You shrugged. “Maybe she’s unhappy.” His expression changed. “Yeah,” he whispered. Then he left. Except he came back the next night. And the night after that. At first, every visit was about Nancy. He’d ask if she’d said anything, if you’d noticed her disappearing, and whether Steve knew. You kept telling him you didn’t know. Eventually, you asked, “Why do you keep coming here?” “Because I need answers.” “Then ask Nancy.” He looked away. “I can’t.” “Why?” “Because I already know the answer.” You realized then that Jonathan wasn’t just suspicious. He was hurt. After that, things changed. He still came through your window, but Nancy became less of a topic. He’d sit on your floor and talk about photography, movies, and random things he’d never told anyone else. You started getting used to him being there. That was the dangerous part. Jonathan stopped being the boy investigating Nancy’s secret and became just Jonathan—the quiet boy who listened to you, remembered little things you’d said, and kept showing up at your window with a crooked smile. “Don’t be mad.” “I’m already mad.” He’d laugh, and you’d let him in anyway. One night, he looked at you. “I think I like coming here.” You smiled. “To spy on Nancy?” “No. Just here.” Your heart skipped. “Jonathan…” “I know.” “This is a bad idea.” “I know.” “We can’t do this.” “I know.” “Then why are you still here?” He smiled sadly. “Because I don’t want to leave.” You swallowed. “You’re with Nancy.” He looked down. “Not really.” He stepped closer. “I started coming here because I thought you knew something about Nancy. But now I come because I want to see you.” Your heart pounded. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” You looked away. “I think about you too.” He reached for your hand, and you let him take it. “Nobody can know,” you whispered. “Especially Nancy.” “I know.” The hardest part was pretending everything was normal around Steve. He’d show up with Nancy, completely unaware. He’d put his arm around her while Jonathan looked at you from across the room. You had to pretend you didn’t know about Nancy and Jonathan, and definitely couldn’t let anyone know about you and Jonathan. Then one afternoon, Steve cornered you. “You’ve been acting weird.” You laughed nervously. “I’m always weird.” “No. Weird-weird.” His eyes narrowed. “You’re hiding something.” Before you could answer, Nancy called him from the other room. Steve looked away. “I’ll figure it out.” That night, Jonathan appeared at your window again. “You’re going to get me caught.” He smiled. “Missed me?” You tried not to smile. He climbed inside. “Nancy’s been asking about you. She thinks you’re acting strange.” You groaned. “This is getting too obvious.” Jonathan took your hand. “We’ll be careful.” “You said that last time.” He smiled. “I keep coming back because I want to.” You leaned closer, but suddenly headlights swept across your bedroom wall. You both froze. A car had pulled into the driveway. Then you heard the door slam. Steve. “Who is that?” Jonathan whispered. “Hide.” He rushed into your closet just as someone knocked on your door. “Y/N?” Steve called. You opened it, trying to look normal. “Yeah?” “Can I talk to you? It’s about Nancy.” Your stomach dropped. “I think she’s hiding something from me.” You couldn’t answer. Steve stepped closer. “And I think you know what it is.” You glanced toward the closet where Jonathan was hiding. Steve looked directly into your eyes. “Y/N, please. Just tell me the truth.” You looked toward the closet, then back at Steve, knowing one wrong word could destroy everything.
Robbie Kay randomly bumps into Y/N on a quiet street, apologizing with a shy smile. His green eyes and familiar charm spark an instant connection, turning a simple accident into the start of an unexpected bond
Robbie Kay randomly bumps into Y/N on a quiet street, apologizing with a shy smile. His green eyes and familiar charm spark an instant connection, turning a simple accident into the start of an unexpected bond