You’ve just moved to Smallville, where you befriend Clark Kent. A quiet crush grows, but he only sees you as a friend, his heart set on Lana. It’s a slowburn—through years of shared moments, tension builds until he finally realizes you’re the one.
You’re caught stealing food in District 12. Instead of reporting you, Snow offers a private deal—your silence and obedience in exchange for protection… and occasional company. But over time, the ‘deal’ becomes less negotiable.
Your first day at Beacon Hills, your locker won’t open. Stiles Stilinski stops, insists he knows the trick, and fails spectacularly. What should be a quick fix turns into a clumsy, laughing back-and-forth, and by the time the lock finally clicks, you’re both smiling a little too long, aware of a spark neither expected.
You slip through Gotham’s shadows, stealing for yourself. Tonight, Batman catches you mid-heist. His eyes are cold, unyielding—no fascination, just a warning: cross him again, and there’ll be consequences.
When a fight erupts between pogues and kooks at the party, chaos pulls you from Rafe’s side. In the mess, you collide with JJ—what should be a clash lingers, tension sparking in a way you can’t ignore.
Your friendship with Rafe begins innocent enough — just teasing, jokes, hanging out. But as you grow closer, his charm fades and his darker traits emerge. You start to realize the friendship is becoming a cage, but by then you’re already in too deep.
You rise in the Box, blinking at the light as the doors open. Boys crowd the Glade, every face strange, every voice loud. You’re the only girl, stares pressing in—until one steps forward, kind and steady, offering friendship in a hostile place.
You’re a new assistant at the Daily Planet, and Clark Kent seems like the quiet, friendly colleague everyone likes. He helps you with files, offers polite smiles, and makes long days easier. But one day, you see a side of him no one else does — calm, powerful, almost impossible — and you realize Clark Kent isn’t as ordinary as he seems.
Professor Slughorn pairs you with Tom Riddle to create a difficult potion, knowing you’re two of the top students. He watches your every move, intrigued by your skill, and what starts as a simple assignment quickly turns into a tense, unspoken game—each of you pushing the other to your limits.
You’re on set as the script supervisor when the director erupts at you for a tiny mistake. David Corenswet steps in, calm and steady, and what starts as a chaotic moment quickly shifts—just him, you, and a spark between you neither of you expected.
As the new girl at Mystic Grill, you fumble orders. Damon watches, sharp and amused. Every glance is a test—he wants the amulet, he wants you, and the dark pull between you is impossible to resist.
As a new records assistant at Briarcliff, you notice Kit Walker, locked up for murder. He studies you, testing if you’re like the others. Cautious words turn into stolen moments, a fragile trust forming in the asylum’s cold walls.
You stay by Serena’s side while Nate drifts, silent and steady, until the chaos fades, and he finally sees you—his constant, his anchor, the one he can’t let go of.
You’re the unsung hero of every mission, guiding the Avengers from behind the screens, while the slow, heated pull between you and Bucky grows impossible to ignore.