"𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽." Beatrice Fleey has spent her whole life beside Garrett Graham - from scraped knees and late-night milkshakes to whispered dreams neither of them ever outgrew. Everyone sees the star hockey player with the easy smile and cocky charm, but Bea knows the boy underneath it all. The one who stayed on the phone with her during thunderstorms, who memorized her coffee order before she could drive, and who never really let her go. When college pulls them back into each other's lives, old feelings start turning into something impossible to ignore. Between hockey games, messy friendships, jealousy, and years of "just friends," Beatrice and Garrett are forced to figure out if the timing is finally right... or if they waited too long. Childhood best friends are easy. Falling in love with him? That's the hard part. Garrett Graham x fem! oc trope: childhood friends to lovers, [she fell first, he fell harder]

"𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓫𝓮𝓽 𝔀𝓮'𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓶." Eloise Smith has two problems. Problem number one: her ex-boyfriend, Mason Walker. Problem number two: said ex-boyfriend suddenly transferring to Briar and acting like they never broke up. Desperate to get him off her back, Eloise blurts out the first name that comes to mind when Mason asks if she's seeing someone. John Logan. Briar's hockey star. The quiet one. The calm one. The one who barely knows she exists. Now Eloise and Logan are stuck pretending to be in a relationship neither of them saw coming. What starts as fake dates, fake kisses, and fake anniversary dinners quickly becomes something much more complicated. Especially when Mason refuses to let Eloise go and Logan finds himself wanting to be around her even when nobody's watching. Because somewhere between late-night drives, afternoons spent in Logan's garage, and Eloise stealing his hoodies, the line between fake and real starts to disappear. And for the first time in his life, John Logan realizes there's something he wants more than hockey. 𝘏𝘦𝘳. John Logan x fem! oc trope: Fake dating, [sunshine gf x calm bf, he fell first]

"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝓮." Calliope "Callie" Gilbert has spent her whole life being the Gilbert everyone forgets. Born only one minute after Elena Gilbert, she grew up watching her sister become the center of Mystic Falls while she stayed hidden in the background - quieter, sharper, and far less trusting. People think they know the Gilbert family story, but nobody really knows Callie. She's unpredictable, guarded, and always carrying the feeling that something about her is... different. Strange things happen when her emotions spiral, but she ignores the signs, convincing herself it's all in her head. Then she meets Elijah Mikaelson - and from the very beginning, they clash. He's calm where she's impulsive, controlled where she's chaos, and their constant arguments quickly turn into dangerous tension neither of them understands. Mystic Falls is filled with secrets, but Callie might be the biggest one of all. Elijah Mikaelson x fem! oc trope: enemies to lovers, [he fell first, she fell harder]

"𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾." They buried her. At least, that's what everyone believed. In 1864, Genevieve Hawthorne was Damon Salvatore's wife-the one person he loved before vampires, before bloodshed, before eternity turned him into a monster. Then she died. Or so he thought. Over a century later, Damon has built a life around a ghost. A memory. A woman he never stopped mourning. Until she walks back into Mystic Falls. Alive. Unchanged. Wearing the same wedding ring he placed on her finger all those years ago. But Genevieve isn't the woman Damon remembers. She's carrying secrets, scars, and a past far darker than the one she left behind. And while Damon wants answers, Genevieve wants something else: The truth. Because if Damon spent 145 years believing she was dead... Someone made sure of it. And some stories don't end. They rewind. Damon Salvatore x fem! oc trope: Second Chance, [he fell first, she fell harder]

"𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓹 𝓴𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷." Dean Winchester has dealt with a lot of things - demons, ghosts, vampires, even the apocalypse. But nothing has ever annoyed him more than Willow Beverly. After a hunt in Jericho goes horribly wrong, Dean and Sam discover someone already working the case: a sharp-tongued hunter with a stolen truck, too many secrets, and absolutely no interest in teaming up. Willow Beverly works alone. Always has. Trust gets people killed. Especially hunters with green eyes and smart mouths. Dean thinks Willow is reckless, stubborn, and impossible to deal with. Willow thinks Dean Winchester is an arrogant flirt who hides everything behind bad jokes and classic rock. Unfortunately for both of them, fate - and a whole lot of monsters - keep throwing them together. Between late-night motel arguments, dangerous hunts, buried secrets, and feelings neither of them want to admit, the line between hate and something much worse starts to blur. Because in a world full of monsters, falling in love might be the scariest thing of all. Dean Winchester x fem!oc trope: enemies to lovers, [she fell first, he fell harder]

"𝓤𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭." Reagan "Ray" Miller was never supposed to come back. Not into his life. Not into his hospital. Not into the space she once filled so easily. But then she becomes a surgical intern at Seattle Grace Hospital... and suddenly everything Alex Karev thought he buried starts breathing again. They used to be everything. Childhood best friends. Almost something more . Always "almost." He was the boy she grew up with - the one who knew her favorite song, the one she patched up after fights, the one she never stopped looking for even when he pushed everyone away. And she was the only person he ever let see him break. Now they're adults. Doctors. Strangers who know each other too well. He calls her Miller like it doesn't shake him. She calls him Alex like it doesn't ruin her. And every shift feels like walking through memories neither of them are brave enough to name out loud. Because jealousy doesn't feel like jealousy when it's him. And love doesn't feel like love when it's been there since childhood. Just silence. Tension. Almosts. Until it starts slipping. Late-night confessions in empty halls. Hands that linger too long before pulling away. Arguments that sound more like heartbreak than anger. And looks that say everything they refuse to speak. Because some people aren't just meant to be in your life. Some people are your always. And no matter how many years pass... In every lifetime, it's still him. And it's still her. Alex Karev x fem! oc trope: Childhood friends to lovers, [she fell first, he fell harder]

"𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓭" Dior Van is the princess of King Van, raised in a royal family that once felt warm and complete. When she was 8 years old, her mother passed away just before her birthday. Before dying, her mother placed a stick in Dior's hands-nothing fancy, just strong enough to hold-and told her to protect herself, to survive, and to never forget her dreams. Dior promised her mother she would train hard and one day find the One Piece in her honor. After her mother's death, her father fell into deep grief. The castle grew quieter, colder, and Dior grew up faster than she should have. By the time Dior was 10, her father decided to remarry. Dior begged him not to move on so quickly, still unable to accept her mother being gone, but he didn't listen. The wedding happened anyway. At first, Dior tried to hold onto her place in the family. But everything changed again when her stepmother became pregnant. Her father was overjoyed, and when her younger brother Edmund was born, Dior slowly faded into the background of her own home-no longer the center of anything, just a shadow moving through palace halls. Years passed like that. By 20, Dior could no longer breathe inside the palace walls. The dreams she made with her mother felt distant, but still alive inside her. So she made a choice-she left everything behind. She fled the kingdom and set her path toward Loguetown, the gateway to the Grand Line. If the One Piece truly existed, that's where the journey began. But when Dior arrived in Loguetown, she quickly realized something unsettling- She wasn't the only one searching for the Grand Line map... and she wasn't the only one chasing the One Piece. Sanji Vinsmoke x fem! oc tw: mention of abuse, loss of love ones trope: enemies to lovers, [he fell first, she fell harder]

"𝓟𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓾𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰." Vivian Hale transferred to the BAU for one reason: to outrun the past. After surviving the serial killer who abducted her during a case in Chicago, Vivian has spent years pretending she's okay - burying the fear beneath sleepless nights, closed-off smiles, and endless work. But at the BAU, secrets don't stay hidden for long. Surrounded by profilers trained to read people for a living, Vivian quickly realizes the team sees more than she wants them to... especially Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. Quiet. Controlled. Impossible to read. He notices every crack in her armor anyway. As dangerous cases, sleepless nights, and unresolved trauma begin pulling them closer together, Vivian finds herself relying on the team in ways she never expected. But when a new case begins mirroring the nightmare she barely survived, the past she tried to bury comes back looking for her. And this time, she may not survive it alone. Aaron Hotchner x fem! oc

"𝓢𝓸 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓶𝓮. 𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓮. 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮" Before the war made him a hero, he was just a boy-and she was the one who loved him first. Elara Reynolds knew Steve Rogers before the serum, before the shield, before the world called him Captain America. Back then, he was hers-and she was his. They had a plan. A life after the war. A date at eight o'clock that never came. Because Steve Rogers went down in the Arctic... and Elara was left behind with nothing but a promise and a letter that said he didn't make it. But the war didn't just take him. It took her, too. Captured by HYDRA and turned into something they couldn't control, Elara survived long after she was supposed to die-unchanged, untouched by time, and haunted by everything she lost. Decades later, the impossible happens. Steve Rogers is alive. And so is she. But love isn't the same after seventy years. Not when it's buried under grief, anger, and the kind of pain that never really fades. Because the first time they lost to each other... It was the war's fault. The second time? It might be theirs. Steve Rogers x fem! oc tw: cussing, trauma trope: second chance love, [he fell first, she fell harder]