𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰. Celeste Brown was a method actor, she used to long hours, stressful sets, and directors who expected perfection. That Monday was supposed to be no different. Just another exhausting day filming a project she hoped would finally change her career. During a five-minute break between takes, Celeste stood near the prop stairs with a bottle of water in her hand, watching the busy set move around her with a small smile. "I can't wait to do this for real one day," she said softly to herself. She never got the chance. One wrong step sent her falling hard off the prop stairs, blacking out instantly. At first, she could still hear people yelling her name. Footsteps rushing toward her. Panic. But the voices slowly faded, replaced by music, static, and someone shouting counts over loud speakers. "Five, six, seven, eight!" When Celeste opened her eyes again, she wasn't on her set anymore. She was standing in the middle of a 1980s music video production surrounded by dancers, film cameras, and crew members who acted like she had always been there. And somewhere behind the bright stage lights and screaming, was Michael Jackson. Micheal?? Jackson?

"I do not respond well to threats!" Eric Northman "Hotshot that wasn't a threat... but if you keep pissing me off, I'll show you a real threat!" Serena Lombardi True Blood fanfic Season 1-7 OC x Eric Northman Season 1: ✔️ Season 2: ✔️ Season 3: ✔️ Season 4: ✔️ Season 5: ✔️ Season 6: ✔️ Season 7: ✔️

Some people break like glass. She learned how to shatter silently. Skylar Altair wasn't supposed to wear a badge. At twenty-four, she was a certified prodigy-board-certified in half a dozen specialties, a nuclear medicine and neuro-path genius, a rising star in a white coat. The youngest. The brightest. The girl who never failed. But trauma doesn't care about your résumé. Loss doesn't care how many degrees you've earned. And the world doesn't stop spinning just because your soul flatlines. Her father died in front of her eyes when she was twelve. Her brother spiraled into addiction. And when she needed help most-when everything was taken from her in a single night-no one came. Not the heroes. Not the law. Not the system. So she stopped waiting. They taught her how to save people. Now she's going to learn how to protect herself. With the steel of a soldier in her blood and the precision of a surgeon in her bones, Skylar trades the hospital lights for sirens, scrubs for Kevlar. Becoming a cop was never the plan. But plans change-especially after the aftershock. In a city that's breaking at the seams, Skylar will have to confront everything she tried to bury: her rage, her grief, her brilliance, and the terrifying possibility that maybe-just maybe-she was meant for this life all along. Genius. Survivor. Rookie. She's not trying to be a hero. She's just trying not to fall apart again.

imagines of you and michael jackson throughout the eras.

A Bridgerton Fanfic Lily Brown-a modern woman-finds herself in the centre of Lady Whistledown gossips after her scandalous dance with the Duke of Hastings. Unsure if she could rewrite the script, she follows the mysterious pull she feels, which leads her to meet the Duke. The question is, will Miss Brown take Daphne's place or will fate allow her to? Read Lily Brown to find out!

In a world where whispers wield power and reputations are currency, Natalie Featherington has always stood quietly apart. Older, wiser, and far more guarded than her infamous family, she's spent years keeping scandal at bay and shielding her younger sister Penelope from the sharp teeth of society. But when the Featheringtons are threatened by a secret too dangerous to ignore, Natalie steps out of the shadows-and straight into the path of Benedict Bridgerton. Benedict is captivated from the start. Natalie is nothing like the debutantes he's known: her wit is precise, her gaze piercing, her heart carefully locked away. But slowly, moment by moment, she lets him in. Together, they discover a love neither of them expected-wild, defiant, and achingly real. As romance blooms between stolen glances and hidden sketches, danger closes in. When a vengeful figure from the Featheringtons' past resurfaces with Penelope in their sights, Natalie makes the ultimate choice: to protect the one person she loves more than herself.

Being the youngest daughter of the King and Queen of England had challenges, but Evelyn believed that she had faced them with bravery and valour only parallel to the Knights of Camelot. Intrigued by myth and history, Evelyn shies away from the ton, indulging in conversations unladylike and often improper. Wayfair would never speak ill of their Royal Highness. Five years a spinster, the Queen Charlotte pushes her daughter towards society and into this Season of Love. A woman with many secrets, Evelyn assures herself that she will not allow any suitor to marry her, despite what her mother may want, but when she carelessly strikes a deal with the second born Bridgerton, and becomes enraptured by his family, that assurance becomes hesitant. Her Royal Highness Princess Evelyn has never wanted love, not when it is often regretted, but love cares little for her want, and even less for her secrets. Benedict Bridgerton x OC [Season 2 - ]

Ilya Rozanov is a jerk. As the captain of the Boston bears, he is the cockiest, most infuriating player in the NHL-at least according to Shane Hollander. For years, their legendary rivalry has defined the league: a relentless cycle of trash-talk, hard hits, and mutual hatred. But for Charlotte Hollander, the rivalry is becoming a major headache. Charlotte only has two priorities:leading her university volleyball team to a national championship and being the supportive sister Shane needs. She's supposed to hate the man who makes her brother's life a living hell. She should want nothing to do with the arrogant Russian superstar. The problem? Ilya Rozanov is sexy as hell, and he knows it. When Ilya realizes that the key to finally getting under Shane's skin is his little sister, he decides to play his most dangerous game yet. He starts showing up at her matches, flirting in the hallways, and making sure the cameras catch every wink. It's supposed to be psychological warfare against Shane. But Charlotte isn't just a spectator-she's an athlete with a fire that rivals Ilya's own. She fires back at every one of his taunts. Everything changes one night in a Montreal bar. Fueled by a crushing losses and too many shots of vodka, the masks finally slip. In the dim light of a corner, Ilya and Charlotte trade dangerous truths and hotel room numbers, blurring the line between "enemy" and "obsession." Now, Ilya realizes he's no longer playing for the spite-he's playing for her. And Charlotte is caught in the ultimate trap: a secret agreemeent with the one man who could destroy her brother's career, and her own heart.

in which a girl returns to her hometown in search for the person who made her life a living hell.

𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 in which the cliché of the star basketball player and captain of the cheer squad becomes a reality 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜