IN WHICH, Delilah Carter has been working her way up the ladder as a pop star. OR IN WHICH, Jude Bellingham struggles to cope with what he lost.

Exhausted by life as a world-famous singer, Kayleah just wants one thing: a vacation away from the cameras, the chaos, and the constant spotlight. Visiting her famous brother, Trent, she hopes for peace, privacy, and maybe a little normalcy. But quiet is the last thing she gets. She never expected to run into Trent's best friend, Jude Bellingham-a confident, charismatic playboy who thrives on attention, charm, and breaking hearts. What happens when a girl hiding from the world finds herself drawn to the man who can't stop living in it? One vacation, one common denominator, Trent, and one undeniable spark might change everything...

She came to Madrid to find herself. She never expected to find him. To the world, Jude Bellingham was everything they wanted him to be: talented, admired, and impossible to ignore. But to her, he was just the stranger who ruined her perfect photograph. She didn't care about his fame. She didn't care about the attention that followed him everywhere. And maybe that was exactly why he couldn't stop thinking about her. Two people. One city. A story neither of them saw coming. A Moment in Madrid.

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 knows what monsters look like. They take all shapes and forms. She was raised on their legacy. With all her family gone, she learned to survive in the ruins of a life she never got to live. Blame was easy. Hatred was easier. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 is the son of a monster. The son of a man she hates. The boy everyone expects to become him. He's supposed to be just like him. But, is he?

Everyone in Beacon Hills knows Scott McCall. The quiet boy with asthma, a good heart, and a life that never quite stood out-until it did. But they don't know Giulia. The girl who grew up in the same house, under the same roof, carrying the same last name-but never quite the same story, Giulia was always just... there. Watching. Feeling. Noticing things no one else did. And when Scott's life begins to change- faster, stronger, darker- something in hers starts to wake up too. Not loud. Not obvious. But there. A pull she can't explain. A sense that something is coming-something bigger than all of them. And somewhere between late-night arguments, quiet glances, and chaos she doesn't fully understand yet... there's Stiles. Loud where she's quiet. Chaotic where she's controlled. The only one who starts to notice that she feels things before they happen- and the only one who doesn't look at her like she's crazy for it. As secrets unravel and the truth about what Scott is impossible to ignore, Giulia is forced to face something even more dangerous- herself. Because whatever is happening in Beacon Hills... it didn't start with Scott. And it's not going to end with him either.

Everyone in Smallville knows Charlotte Smith. The beautiful blonde. The popular girl. The one everyone wants to be friends with and every guy wants to date. People think she's spoiled. People think she's shallow. People think they know her. They don't. Because the real Charlotte Smith spends Friday nights in the Kent barn loft, steals Clark Kent's hoodies, falls asleep on his shoulder during movies, and raids the Kent kitchen like she owns the place. And Clark? Clark knows every version of her. The girl who laughs so hard she snorts. The girl who worries about everyone except herself. The girl who curls up beside him like it's the most natural thing in the world. The girl he's been hopelessly, painfully in love with for years. The problem? Charlotte has no idea. To her, Clark is her best friend. Her favorite person. The boy who's always been there. But as secrets grow harder to keep and feelings become impossible to ignore, Clark starts to wonder how much longer he can pretend that every smile doesn't make his heart race. Because being best friends with Charlotte Smith was easy. Falling in love with her? That was the hard part. Smallville AU Best Friends to Lovers Hopelessly in Love Clark Kent Popular Girl x Farm Boy Slow Burn Childhood Best Friends

"You should stay away from me," Roxanne said under her breath, though she made no move to step back. Isaac's eyes flickered down to her lips for half a second before meeting her gaze again. "Then stop getting so close," he murmured. His hand slid slowly to the back of her neck, warm against her skin, and she hated how easily it made her breath catch. He stepped closer until there was barely any space left between them, his expression calm in that way that only made him more attractive. Roxie swallowed hard but forced herself to smirk slightly. "You think you're smooth, huh?" A small crooked smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "I think you're not moving away." ╭────-·-ˋˏ-༻𖤓༺-ˎˊ·-────╮ ╰────-·-ˋˏ-༻𖤓༺-ˎˊ·-────╯ Roxie was the type of person you noticed straight away. Always laughing too loud, saying the wrong thing at the worst time, acting like she didn't care about anything when she obviously did. She had this look in her eyes that made people a little nervous sometimes - like she was constantly one bad day away from setting something on fire. Most people thought she was just chaotic. Funny, reckless, impossible to embarrass. And she was, but there was also something kinda intense about her that slipped out when she got angry or protective. One second she'd be joking around with Stiles, the next she'd look at someone like she was daring them to try something. Isaac wasn't the type people noticed first. He stayed quiet enough for that. Usually somewhere at the edge of the room, leaning against a wall with his hood up or his hands shoved into his pockets, looking like he wanted to disappear before anyone spoke to him. But if someone actually paid attention to him, it was hard to look away after that. Messy blond hair falling into his eyes, sharp features, that permanently tired look on his face that somehow made him even prettier. Teen wolf s2-season 3b Isaac Lahey

In which the most powerful being in the world falls for the sarcastic fragile human when she and her father move right back to Beacon Hills. OR In which Isabelle Mikealson-Hale was finally living a average normal life, until she stepped foot right back into the place she despised the most in the world...Beacon Hills. {Season 1-??} {Fem Oc x Stiles Stilinski} *I don't not own teen wolf or anything like that! Just my character and background, along with the changes I made!*

YOU'RE THE KIND OF PERSON THE BAU STOPS. You have more blood on your hands than any unsub you've come across- you're sure most people who get to read your unredacted file consider you an unsub. AGENT HOTCHNER KNOWS EVERYTHING. He knows what you see at night. He knows about the itch. He remembers you. The underfed, aggressive, child assassin- who he made a deal with. Instead of prison, you get to work yourself to death for a Bureau that will look for any reason to put you down like a rabid dog. SPENCER REID HATES YOU. From day one, he knew something was off. You're emotionally volatile, but you're obedient. All it takes is a harsh yell, and you comply. It doesn't add up. Of course, your lack of formal education and any footprint- digital or otherwise, he checked- alarms him. You didn't exist before the BAU. How did you get into the FBI? Hotch trusts you, so you've got credit there- but for now, he's keeping you at arms length. THEY CALL YOU CIPHER. You're a code they can't crack, so the name fits. You're fine with it- something inside you has longed for a name since you lost your first title. The hungry, disgusting, filthy killer locked deep down. CAN YOU MAKE IT OUT ALIVE? Inspired by House of Cards by marcidstars. GO READ THAT FIC NOW.