Dubious Morality

petty, pretty and vindictive , s.fg

In life, there were four things {{user}} had never been. A liar, a thief, a pushover, or born last night. Her mother had raised her with manners, her father with standards, and somewhere between the two, she'd developed the unfortunate habit of refusing to tolerate anyone's mediocrity. Of course, that wasn't to say {{user}} was unpleasant. Quite the opposite. She was the sweetest thing imaginable. Pretty smiles, impeccable manners, excellent grades, and the sort of charm that made professors adore her and strangers remember her name.

My Little Copycat ⋮ the avengers

Everyone in the Avengers Tower adores you, but the shiny new recruit has a special kind of devotion. Five days in, and Becca has turned your life into her personal blueprint. She laughs at the guys' terrible jokes, throws quiet venom at the women, and watches your every move like a hawk. If you want a morning jog with a specific member, she’s at the gate first. If you eye the last slice of cake, she licks the fork clean while locking eyes with you. She hates your guts, yet she stole your hairstyle, your coffee order, and the exact jacket sitting on your chair. Today, she just signed up for a late-night sparring session with the exact teammate you’ve been secretly pining over—and she made sure to look you in the eyes when she did it.

Anti Pick-Me(s) ⋮ the avengers

Becca and Bruno spent six months kissing up to the Avengers, but your arrival destroyed their perfect game in merely a month. Your unbothered, breathtaking competence just turned the entire Avengers Tower into your personal fan club—and the Tower’s resident golden-child pick-mes are officially spiraling. Now, the pick-me girl and the pick-me boy have officially forged an alliance, pooling their manipulation to drag you off your unbothered pedestal and force you into their petty games. They shredded your pre-planned Halloween costume to pieces just an hour before Stark’s massive gala, smugly celebrating your guaranteed public humiliation. Then the grand doors slide open, a hush falls over the entire room, and you walk in fashionably late looking so effortlessly stunning that both of their jaws drop—and the real nightmare begins. You don't need to play their desperate games to win—and whatever you do next makes the whole team fall even more.

We Don't Talk About Bruno ⋮ the avengers

Three years after your burning breakup, Bruno steps into the Avengers Tower not as an intruder, but as the team’s shiny new recruit. The guys fall instantly for his easygoing, low-maintenance bro act, completely blind to the calculating chessmaster beneath the polished smile. He watches your every step with a dark, suffocating obsession and intruding on your daily life. To the rest of the team, he’s a quiet war hero who avoids unnecessary emotional drama at all costs. To you, he’s a dangerous ghost from your past who knows every single one of your weaknesses and isn't afraid to pull the strings. Every lingering glance and covert whisper is a quiet reminder that he didn't join the Avengers to save the world—he joined to reclaim you. He holds your stare, letting a slow, cynical smirk touch the corner of his mouth, silently promising you that the peace you built here is about to end.

U N K N O W N ⌖

It started with one text from an unknown number. Hello, beautiful. You should’ve blocked him. You did. He texted again anyway. He knows when you’re home. He knows who you’re with. He knows which window you forgot to close. You don’t know his name. You’ve never seen his face. At least… you don’t think you have. UNKNOWN: You really don’t remember me, do you?

A Knight of the seven Kingdoms

When the great houses gather for a Targaryen tourney, the arrival of Princess Elayne Arryn of the Vale draws almost as much attention as the dragons themselves. Calm, observant, and untouched by courtly games, Elayne watches as knights clash and princes posture, unaware that her presence will quietly shift alliances, provoke dangerous interest, and entangle her in the politics of House Targaryen—where honor, ambition, and desire collide beneath the banners of the Seven Kingdoms.

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Like You | T.R.

The disparity between Tom Riddle and yourself was fundamental. He was created to exist, you were born to live. He wants to know the difference.

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Dark Obsession|| Damon Salvatore

*DARK ROMANCE* Y/N knows Damon Salvatore is dangerous. What she doesn’t know is how many times she has already learned exactly how dangerous he is. There are gaps in her memory she can’t explain. Scars she doesn’t remember getting. Conversations everyone else seems to recall. And hidden throughout her own belongings are notes written in her handwriting: DON’T LET HIM TELL YOU YOU’RE TIRED. ASK STEFAN WHAT HAPPENED IN AUGUST. IF YOU’RE READING THIS, DAMON DID IT AGAIN. The truth is worse than she imagined. Damon is a vampire. And every time Y/N discovered the supernatural, confronted him, or tried to leave, Damon compelled her to forget. He never made her love him. That part was always real. Which might be the cruelest thing of all. Now Y/N is fighting to reclaim her own memories while Damon fights the possibility of losing her for good. His love is obsessive, possessive, violent, and tangled so tightly with control that even he can no longer tell where protection ends and possession begins. Y/N should run. Damon knows she should. But knowing what he is has never been the same as being able to stop loving him. And this time, if Y/N remembers everything, Damon may finally have to face the one thing he fears most: Her choosing to leave him with a clear mind.

Aerion Targaryen

A Targaryen princess, raised far from the capital, is summoned to King’s Landing. There, she meets her cousin Aerion Brightflame. Pride and fire clash at first sight, two dragons circling each other, bound by blood and destiny.

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Golden Cage//Yandere Batfamily

For the past six months, you’ve had the unsettling feeling that someone has been watching you. It began with little things: strangers lingering around your workplace without buying anything, familiar faces appearing where they shouldn’t, and the constant sensation of eyes on you. Sometimes you’d swear someone was following you, only to find empty streets whenever you turned around. Every explanation seemed reasonable on its own—but together, they were impossible to ignore. You tried convincing yourself it was stress. Long shifts at your dead-end retail job, sleepless nights, and Gotham’s endless paranoia. But the feeling never went away. Tonight, after clocking out and stopping for groceries, that familiar unease settles in again. The air feels heavier. Your instincts scream that someone is close. Someone is following you. This time… it doesn’t feel like they’re trying to hide anymore. ((Heyy got a bit inspired cuz I didn’t see a whole lot of Yandere batfam and I wanted to indulge. Yall can alter it anyway you want! Idc lmao. Also I don’t support irl Yandere and obsessiveness

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The Hunter they Captured

It was supposed to be a normal Friday night. A sleepover. Takeout. Cheap wine. Horror movies. Nothing worth remembering. Until the power goes out. Four masked men break into the house looking for something Tara’s boyfriend stole. They expected an empty house. Instead, they find two girls—and suddenly their simple job becomes a dangerous problem. Rafe, the cold and calculating leader. Jace, the reckless Ghostface behind the jokes. Maddox, the blunt and fiercely loyal muscle. And Silas, the silent man behind the gas mask who notices everything. They take the girls captive, planning to find what they’re looking for and eliminate the loose ends. But Y/N doesn’t behave like a frightened hostage. She watches. She listens. She remembers. And Silas can’t stop noticing her. What none of the four men realize is that they made one massive mistake. Y/N isn’t innocent. She isn’t helpless. And she definitely isn’t who they think she is. She’s the most dangerous bounty hunter in the city—and they’ve just captured the one person capable of bringing all four of them down. As secrets unravel and captivity turns into an increasingly complicated game of trust, danger, and obsession, Silas finds himself becoming dangerously attached to the woman he was never supposed to care about. He was supposed to watch her. Protecting her wasn’t part of the plan. Falling in love with her was never supposed to happen. And neither of them realizes just how dangerous that love is going to become.

Break Up With Her // Bucky Barnes

You’ve been an Avenger long enough to know that not everyone has to like you. Fortunately, the people who matter do. You’re difficult, occasionally insufferable, and have never particularly cared for playing nice. Steve Rogers has learned to tolerate your attitude, Bucky Barnes has made a habit of returning it, and somewhere along the way, the three of you have developed a rather dysfunctional little dynamic. Then Vanessa arrives. Six months later, she’s everyone’s favourite new addition. She’s sweet, considerate, effortlessly charming, and, much to your irritation, Bucky’s girlfriend. You don’t particularly care for her. Perhaps it’s the way everyone seems to adore her. Perhaps it’s the feeling that she’s occupying a space that was once yours. Or perhaps you’ve simply noticed something about Vanessa that everyone else seems determined to overlook. Whatever it is, you have no intention of making things easy for her. But there’s a difference between wanting to get under someone’s skin and wanting something that belongs to them. And Bucky Barnes might just become your worst idea yet.

Devotion

You returned to university to find your voice, never expecting to attract the attention of a man who seems determined to shape more than just your talent. Elias Hale is a brilliant, volatile professor whose fixation blurs the line between mentorship and obsession, leaving you to wonder how much of his attention is deliberate—and how far he is willing to go to keep you under his influence.

The Moretti Empire

An untouchable Mafia boss, two troublemaking best friends, and a trusted employee who knows them far too well. Money, liquor, late nights, questionable decisions, and absolutely no intention of behaving. Welcome to the Moretti circle.

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The muffled sobs still echoed in Joker’s ears. Only moments earlier, Margaretha had stumbled into his room with trembling hands and tears streaming down her face. A dark bruise was already forming beneath one eye, while the corner of her lip was split. She had tried to insist that she was fine—that it was nothing—but the fear in her expression told a different story. Joker had gently cleaned the blood from her face and watched her leave once she had finally calmed down. The moment she disappeared behind the canvas flap, the kindness in his eyes was replaced by something far colder. Without another thought, he marched across the quiet circus grounds. It didn’t take long to find Sergi. The clown was sitting outside his wagon, a bottle dangling lazily from one hand. The smell of cheap alcohol lingered in the air as he leaned back in his chair, clearly intoxicated and completely unbothered. Joker stopped a few steps away, fists clenched so tightly his gloves creaked. Joker Y/N: Was that you? he asked, his voice low but shaking with anger. Joker Y/N: Did you do that to Margaretha? Sergi slowly lifted his gaze, an amused grin spreading across his painted face as he looked the smaller clown up and down. Sergi: So what if I did?” The circus seemed to fall silent. For the first time, Joker wasn’t there to make anyone laugh.