(Spencer Reid x FEM CHARACTER) "𝐒𝐞𝐞! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞!" "𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭!" OR 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐁𝐈 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

True love is friendship dipped in honey. Only for Nalani, honey has proven to be a hurtful cover for stinging sharp glasses she's had to swallow. In Dauntless, she has learned how to survive pain, how to stay standing, how to keep her past locked behind trained silence. She has learned how not to look back. But some faces refuse to stay buried. When someone she never truly escaped reappears in her life, old wounds reopen-and with them, everything she thought she had outgrown. Memories. Anger. Desire. Guilt. A connection that was never meant to survive what happened between them. And then there is someone new. Someone steady. Someone safe. Someone who does not look at her like a battlefield. Caught between what once destroyed her and what might finally save her, Nalani is forced to face the one thing Dauntless never taught her how to fight: her own heart. Because some love stories don't begin with hope. They begin with damage. Tobias Eaton × Nalani × Eric Coulter lovers to enemies to lovers · love triangle (Book Title changed: earlier called my reflection in your eyes)

Daphne Devereux always kept her head down in Rosewood. She wasn't part of Alison's inner circle, and she liked it that way. No secrets, no drama, no disasters waiting to happen. But after Alison vanished, things changed. A friendship with Spencer Hastings drew her into the group she'd spent years avoiding. And then there's Jason DiLaurentis. Alison's brother, and the last person she expected to get close to. Quiet, intense, and maybe the only one who sees her for who she really is. Now "A" is watching Daphne too. And the girl who thought she was safe on the sidelines is suddenly a player in the game. ____ (Pretty Little Liars) Season 1 ✔️ Season 2 ✔️ Season 3 🖋️ (Jason DiLaurentis)

*****A gothic Wednesday AU***** Reichenbach Academy has always thrived on silence. Pressed uniforms. Polished stone. Perfect control. And something ancient buried far beneath its halls. When a student collapses mid-class with glowing sigils carved into his skin, the administration insists the situation is contained. The students don't believe them. Thorn Rosales, a half-vampire psychic known for trouble, hears the disturbance before anyone names it. A song threading through the academy's bones. Xavier Thorpe, haunted by the Hyde and his past at Nevermore, begins drawing the same symbols appearing across campus, as if something is guiding his hand. Together, they uncover a truth Reichenbach has spent centuries burying. This is a slow-burn, lore-heavy gothic mystery about power, memory, and forbidden connection. Where silence is a weapon, and the walls are starting to sing.

"You know, as nice as that sun is, you should tone it down. Don't want to roast us to death." "Oh." Clara's joyful smile fell, the sun receeding along with it, as she grew a bit insecure of her inability to hide your powers. "Sorry." Enoch rolled his eye in response, a small smirk appearing on his face. "Hey, it was a joke. Don't get all pouty, sunshine." "Sunshine?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "It's a fitting nickname. You seem to follow the sunshine wherever you go."

{Book One: Beginning arc} When Queen Mal and King Ben finally open the portal to Wonderland, Stiles Hearts-the sharp-tongued, red-clad son of the Queen of Hearts and New King of Wonderland-decides there's no better time to transfer for senior year. Auradon Prep promises new rules to break, hearts to toy with, and one golden, charming prince who might just prove impossible not to fall for. ΩΩΩ STILES HEARTS X CHAD CHARMING

After losing his sister, Stiles is taken to an island full of other kids like him, the Bionic Island, he doesn't intend to make friends or be goody goody with everyone, but for some reason, the smartest bionic human, who is also a mentor of the island, finds a way into Stiles' heart, something he had walls around... Two promises are kept... ¥¥¥ STILES ARGENT X CHASE DAVENPORT

Alaina Monroe was nothing like her family. She busted her ass to get to where she was. She spent all her time studying during high school, which paid off. She got into the best medical program there was. And even aced med school, going through the hoops to be a surgeon. Her family were... slackers. Putting it nicely. They were druggies, alcohol lovers, you name it they probably did it. But Lainey strived to be different. She wanted to set the curve in her family. So she could eventually show someone in the same boat, you can be better if you try. After her intern year, she takes a short break. Off to Virginia, where she runs into a BAU unit chief. Aaron Hotchner. Fresh out of a divorce, he wasn't looking for anyone. But fate had plans, and he ran into the one who would be his forever. Literally. After months of friendship, and breaking down each others walls, they FINALLY get together. Come and check out their story, and how a surgeon and a profiler fit so well together.

When Rachel Sloan decided to be a firefighter it was definitely a shock to a lot of Rachel's family. Growing up in a family full of doctors most expected her to do the same. Her father was known for being a world class plastic surgeon. After all, he was the Mark Sloan. Her mother Ariana was a neurosurgeon who was damn good at her job. Rachel grew up with her cousin Noah Shepherd since her dad was best friends with his parents. Derek Shepherd and Addison Montgomery were married for over ten years but Addison had an affair with Mark. After that Derek took Noah and moved to Seattle. About a year later Mark went and brought Rachel with him. The trip became a permanent thing and Rachel enjoyed Seattle. That was until it quickly became chaos. After dealing with so much death and nearly dying multiple times she couldn't take it anymore. Of course the genes of being a doctor stayed in her and she went to med school at 17. She completed her intern year but halfway through residency realized she wasn't doing what she wanted. So she became a paramedic first then a firefighter. She joined the 118 when she was twenty five and had been there since. Moving to L.A was a change but it was one she was happy with. Everything was going smoothly until a certain blonde walked into the firehouse named Evan Buckley.

Nevermore's gray skies suited Wednesday perfectly. She walked across the courtyard with her usual measured steps, black braids, face carved in permanent disdain. Beside her strode Espy-her cousin-uncle Fester daughter an unsettling opposite image of her.Espy's light hair half braided, eyes the color of storm clouds, and a smirk played on her lips as if she knew a secret no one else dared to guess. Where Wednesday's silence cut like a knife, Espy's words-rarely spoken-were barbed and deliberate. The two moved together like a shadow split in two, the kind of pairing that made even the boldest Nevermore students think twice before crossing their path.