Two days before the awards, she appears on a late-night talk show. What’s supposed to be a fun promo interview turns into a viral moment when she’s asked the most dangerous question possible: Who’s your celebrity crush? She could dodge it. She could lie. Instead, she says it. Billie Eilish. The clip explodes online within hours. There’s just one problem: Billie is also attending the Grammys. And they’ve never met. Now Y/N has 48 hours to pretend she didn’t just confess a crush
Opening Scene The fire’s burning low when the first rumor reaches camp. It comes in on a drunk from Rhodes—wide-eyed, half-bloody, swearing he saw her. Arthur Morgan doesn’t believe half of what he hears. But he listens. “They say she rode straight through town,” the man slurs, clutching a bottle like it might steady him. “Three deputies down before they cleared leather. Didn’t miss once. Didn’t say a word.” Micah laughs it off. Dutch calls it opportunity. Hosea looks thoughtful. Arthur just pok
At Briar, Dean Di Laurentis has a reputation for two things: hockey and bad decisions. Mostly bad decisions. He’s loud, cocky, constantly surrounded by girls, and allergic to anything that resembles commitment. The kind of guy who can charm his way out of almost anything with a grin and a stupid joke. Which is why nobody thinks twice when Dean openly complains about Briar Hockey’s newest announcement. After Birdie gets knocked out of the season with a brutal injury, Briar’s roster takes a serious hit. Practices get rougher. Tempers get worse. And suddenly Coach is desperate enough to agree to something the program has never done before: Bring in a female transfer player to temporarily join the men’s team. Coach explains it like it’s purely strategic. She’s an elite defenseman from another university. High-level experience. Strong enough to keep up with the pace Briar needs while Birdie recovers. Dean stops listening halfway through the explanation. All he hears is: shared practices, media attention, and another reason for Coach to scream at them. Dean doesn’t care much beyond the inconvenience of losing practice slots. Until Coach announces the transfer will be joining practice that morning. And then she walks onto the ice. The entire rink goes silent. Because even before Dean recognizes her, everyone else notices the same thing immediately: She’s terrifying. Not loud. Not attention-seeking. Worse. Controlled. The kind of girl who doesn’t need to demand respect because she walks around like she already owns it. Tall, sharp-eyed, and completely unreadable beneath the visor of her helmet, she carries herself with the kind of confidence people only get after years of proving they’re the best player in every room they enter. And on the ice? She’s ruthless. Not dirty—never sloppy enough for that. Just brutal in a way that makes people nervous. Her body checks are calculated. Her hits land hard enough to rattle people long after practice ends. She play
You are the Goddess of Ruin—an ancient, feared deity whose domain is endings: storms that swallow empires, shadows that devour gods, and wars that burn realms to ash. Centuries ago, you fought alongside Loki, sometimes as allies, sometimes as lovers, until his betrayal ended your bond in blood. Most believed you perished with your realm, but you have been in exile, waiting.
**** grew up in the obx but had to move away one day with her mom and dad, she’s always been pogue through and through. However, she decided to move back to OBX all alone after 4 years and is suddenly living on figure 8 of the island.
Ten years ago, Y/N was the girl nobody expected Pope Cody to fall apart over. She grew up around the Codys — close enough to know their chaos, smart enough to survive it. While everyone else whispered that Pope was strange, obsessive, too intense, Y/N saw something softer underneath the violence. He watched her constantly when they were younger, lingering in doorways, staring too long, following her around like he was afraid she’d disappear. The family mocked him for it. Y/N never did. She was the only person who sat beside him willingly, the only one who knew how nervous he got when she touched him, how desperate he was for affection he’d never gotten growing up. By the time the boys were deep into robberies and laundering money, Y/N had become useful to the family in her own way. Working at a strip club gave her access to wealthy drunk men with loose lips and dangerous secrets. She gathered information on safes, schedules, cash drops, and vulnerable targets. The Codys needed her. Smurf tolerated her. Pope worshipped her. Their relationship was an open secret hidden behind stolen glances and locked bedroom doors. Pope melted whenever she called him “baby,” craving softness from her in ways he never admitted aloud. Around everyone else he was violent and unpredictable, but with Y/N he became quiet, needy, almost painfully devoted. She understood the parts of him nobody else wanted to touch — the clinginess, the jealousy, the way he liked surrendering control to her because he trusted her completely. Then, after years of tension, they finally crossed the line. One night turned into something neither of them could take back, and for the first time in his life Pope believed he could actually have something good. And then Y/N vanished. No goodbye. No explanation. Nothing. Pope spent years angry, confused, and convinced she abandoned him because she finally saw him the way everyone else did: broken, dangerous, impossible to love.
Madison (Mads) Carter has never fit the mold. Raised by her grandmother in a small coastal town after her mom walked out, she’s learned to rely on her sharp tongue, DIY skills, and stubborn independence. When her grandmother falls ill and Mads is sent to live with family friends in Silver Falls, she isn’t interested in blending in with the Waltons’ picture-perfect chaos—or anyone else’s. Madi would rather tinker with engines in the garage, blast her punk playlists, and keep people at arm’s length.
A powerful, ocean-bound being tied to a shattered relic, you were presumed dead but returned changed—feared in myth and magic. Unapologetic and emotionally guarded, you command unstable sea magic and don’t seek trust. Your past with Killian Jones complicates everything—you’re not a hero, but a force of nature.
Y/N was raised alongside the Codys and became the family’s trusted source for intel, helping set up jobs by getting information from the right people. Tough, smart, and just as intimidating as Smurf, she was one of the only people Pope ever truly trusted. While everyone else feared him, Pope was completely soft for Y/N and quietly followed her lead in a way he never did with anyone else. After years of unresolved feelings, the two finally slept together one drunken night. The same day Y/N discovered she was pregnant, Pope was arrested and sent to prison. When she went to tell him, only Smurf was there. Threatened by the idea that Pope would choose Y/N and the baby over her, Smurf lied to them both. She told Y/N that Pope wanted nothing to do with the baby and gave her money to leave town, claiming the family suspected her of talking to police. Meanwhile, she told Pope that Y/N had taken the money and run after being caught informing. For three years, both believed they had been abandoned by the other while Smurf intercepted every attempt at contact. After being released from prison, Pope never fully believed Smurf’s story and tracked Y/N down himself, only to discover the daughter he never knew existed.
Y/N grew up learning how to survive long before she ever learned how to live. Raised in a tiny desert town where everybody knew everyone’s business, she spent most of her childhood taking care of her younger siblings while her mother drifted from one bad relationship to another. By eighteen, Y/N had become hard-edged, fiercely independent, and intimidating in a way that kept most people at a distance. She didn’t trust easily, didn’t need help, and definitely didn’t believe in love. After years of bouncing between waitressing jobs and barely scraping by, she takes a temporary bookkeeping position at Blackwood Ranch—a massive, isolated cattle ranch buried deep in Montana after the previous ranch hand suddenly quits. That’s where she meets him. Elias Blackwood is a mystery whispered about by every nearby town. Quiet. Reclusive. Strange. The kind of man people avoid instinctively. He lives alone on the ranch his father left him, speaks as little as possible, and only comes into town when absolutely necessary. Most people think he’s rude. Truthfully, Elias just doesn’t know how to be around people. Growing up under a cruel, deeply religious father who believed softness was weakness, Elias spent his entire life isolated from everyone his age. Homeschooled, overworked, and sheltered from nearly everything, he never learned how to connect with people—especially women. At thirty-four years old, Elias has never kissed anyone, never touched anyone, never even been looked at with genuine affection before. Then Y/N arrives like a storm. She’s loud where he’s quiet. Sharp where he’s hesitant. Beautiful in a way that makes Elias completely unable to think straight whenever she’s near him. For the first time in his life, he becomes painfully aware of everything he’s never experienced. And Y/N notices immediately. At first, she mistakes his awkwardness for dislike. But slowly she realizes the truth: Elias isn’t cold—he’s terrified. Terrified of saying the wrong thing, touc
Y/N and Andrew "Pope" Cody were never supposed to fall in love. As teenagers growing up around the chaos and dysfunction of the Cody family, they found something in each other neither had ever experienced before: understanding. Both carried deep wounds, both felt out of place in their own lives, and somehow they became each other's safe place. Y/N was the calm to Andrew's storm, the only person capable of grounding him when everything inside him threatened to spiral out of control. Unlike everyone else, Y/N saw the parts of Andrew he kept hidden. Beneath the volatility and violence was a man desperate to be loved, desperate to belong. Around everyone else, Pope was intimidating and unpredictable. Around Y/N, he became softer. Quieter. Vulnerable in a way nobody would have believed possible. She was one of the few people capable of calming him with a look alone. And Andrew let her. While Pope fought everyone who tried to control him, he never fought Y/N. He listened to her, trusted her judgment, and sought her out whenever the world became too loud. It wasn't weakness—it was trust. The kind of trust Andrew had only ever given to one person. As they grew older, their friendship became something deeper. On Y/N's nineteenth birthday, Andrew finally confessed that he loved her. Despite knowing how complicated their lives were, Y/N loved him too, and together they built a relationship founded on loyalty, devotion, and the belief that they could save each other from the darkness surrounding them. But loving Andrew Cody came with consequences. Y/N wasn't innocent. She'd grown up around criminals and eventually built a reputation of her own. Smart, resourceful, and fearless, she became known for moving stolen goods, laundering money through legitimate businesses, and using her connections to make problems disappear. She wasn't a Cody by blood, but she operated comfortably within the same world. Then everything fell apart. VIEW EDIT FOR REST
y/n arrives in the london season glowing, charming, and absolutely determined to survive the ton with her optimism intact. benedict bridgerton takes one look at her and decides, immediately, that she is trouble. she smiles too easily. she speaks her mind. she sees right through him, and he hates that almost as much as he secretly loves it. their every encounter turns into a duel of sharp words and stubborn stares, a stormcloud crashing into pure sunshine. society calls them incompatible. they ca
Set toward the end of The Walking Dead when the communities are stable and rebuilding. Y/N is found alone during a run and brought back to the community. She has survived completely on her own this entire time. The group doesn’t know anything about her past. What they don’t know is that Y/N and Daryl Dixon were together years before the apocalypse. Their relationship ended badly, and they haven’t seen each other since before the world fell. Daryl is the only one who recognizes her.
Y/N had been around the Codys for years. Long before J. Long before Pope went to prison. Back when she was just a nineteen-year-old stripper working at clubs around Oceanside, hustling rich men stupid enough to underestimate her. Smurf noticed her almost immediately. Not because of the dancing. Because Y/N was smart. Men talked around her constantly. Wealthy tourists, businessmen, dealers, security guards—people with money always assumed a pretty girl couldn’t possibly be dangerous. So they got careless. And Y/N listened. She remembered everything. Addresses. Security schedules. Affairs. Drug routes. Safe combinations. Who owed money. Who was cheating. Who could be blackmailed. The Codys started using her intel for jobs, and before long, Y/N became one of the family’s most trusted assets. The boys respected her because she made them money. Smurf respected her because she was useful. Pope— Pope was something else entirely. From the moment they met, something in him attached to her. Maybe because Y/N never looked afraid of him. Everyone else treated Pope like he was unstable, dangerous, something unpredictable waiting to snap. Y/N just looked him directly in the eyes and talked to him normally. The first time someone warned her about Pope, she laughed. “So am I.” After that, Pope followed her around almost instinctively. Quietly. Loyally. Like he trusted her more than he trusted himself. Nobody really understood their relationship because neither of them ever talked about it. There were no confessions, no labels, no dramatic moments. Just years of tension buried beneath lingering stares and touches that lasted too long. Pope got softer around her. Not weak. Never weak. Just softer. Calmer. Like she quieted something violent inside him nobody else could reach. Y/N was one of the only people capable of stopping his spirals before they turned ugly. She could grab his jaw, force him to look at her, tell him to breathe—and he would. No argum
Years ago, Jack Sparrow watched the woman he loved walk the plank and vanish beneath the waves. He believed her dead—never knowing she was a siren, a feared pirate who chose the sea over the lie of her execution. Now, during the final battle for the cursed Aztec gold, she rises from the ocean before friend and foe alike, shattering legends, curses, and Jack’s understanding of fate. With old loyalties resurfacing and the sea itself answering her call, Jack must face the truth: she never left.
In a ruined Seattle torn apart by war and infection, Ellie Williams arrives alone—driven by grief, vengeance, and a name she refuses to let go of: Abby. But the city isn’t just dangerous—it’s unpredictable, and far bigger than her anger. When a routine sweep turns deadly, Ellie is pulled from the brink by a lone survivor—someone who knows Seattle inside and out, who moves through its chaos with quiet precision. You don’t belong to any faction, but you walk a dangerous line, maintaining uneasy ties with the very people Ellie is hunting. You should have left her behind. She’s reckless, loud, and fueled by something that gets people killed. But keeping her alive becomes harder to justify—and impossible to stop. As tension builds and trust fractures, Ellie is forced to confront more than just her mission. Because the closer she gets to you, the more her certainty begins to slip. And in a city where survival means staying detached, the most dangerous thing of all might be letting someone in.
Set in a high fantasy kingdom where magic is feared and witches are hunted. Y/N is not just a witch—she is something the kingdom has tried to erase for generations. She lives deep within an ancient forest that does not behave naturally. The trees shift. The paths change. The air itself seems to watch. Those who enter rarely leave. Because the forest answers to her. It bends at her will. Protects her. Hides her. Or traps those she doesn’t want to escape. For years, she has lived alone—untouched,
Y/N Hart had spent her entire life in a rough city in Northern England, where people spoke their minds, loyalty meant everything, and nobody survived by being soft. A year ago, her twin brother Liam left England after earning a hockey scholarship to an American university. It was the first time the twins had ever been apart. Liam settled into life overseas, moving into an off-campus house with his hockey teammates while Y/N stayed behind to finish her studies. After a year of missing her brother, Y/N transferred to the same university to complete the final two years of her degree. She spent months sorting paperwork, applications, and housing arrangements. And she told absolutely nobody. Especially not Liam. The surprise was too good to ruin. Which was how she found herself standing outside a massive off-campus hockey house after ten hours of travel, dragging three suitcases across a driveway while questioning every decision she'd made. The first thing she'd noticed about America was that everything was too bloody big. The roads. The cars. The drinks. Even the squirrels looked oversized. The hockey house itself looked less like student housing and more like somewhere rich people filmed reality television. After tipping her Uber driver, she hauled her luggage up the front steps and knocked. Nothing. She knocked again. Still nothing. Then she heard shouting. Male shouting. A loud crash followed by someone yelling, "That was offsides!" Another voice immediately shouted back, "What the hell is offsides?" The front door suddenly swung open. And a giant appeared. At least six-foot-four. Broad shoulders. Dark messy hair. Grey hoodie. Sweatpants. A face that looked permanently unimpressed. He blinked down at her, then at the luggage, then back at her. Neither spoke. Finally Y/N sighed. "You gonna move, or are you naturally positioned like a wardrobe?" The giant stared for a second before laughing. A real laugh, like he wasn’t used to it, one that comp
When Klaus Mikaelson comes to Mystic Falls to break his curse, no one can stop him — not the witches, not the Salvatores, not even fate. Until the woman he once loved steps out of myth and into the firelight. A century ago, Y/N — a Siren turned vampire and the only being Klaus ever feared — was believed to have died in flames. She was the only person he ever obeyed, the only voice that could quiet the monster within him. Her disappearance hardened him into the legend the world now trembles.