Someone at Hogwarts knows everyone’s secrets. They create a group chat to post them publicly and watch the group tear itself apart. One anonymous poster. Sixteen suspects.
A game of truth-or-dare with the girls turns into discussing everyone’s ideal type. Nearby, the boys stop to eavesdrop, listening attentively. How cliché.
one too many drinks later, you didn’t expect to wake up in a bed that isn’t yours. and you certainly didn’t expect that bed to belong to your sworn enemy, theodore nott.
Peter accidentally sends a photo of his bruised ribs and abs to the girl he’s been crushing on for eight years instead of Ned while sending the physics notes she asked for to Ned.
🔞CONTENT WARNING🔞 You didn’t choose the sugar baby life. Shota chose it for you. Literally. You and Hitoshi are successful Pro Heroes with your own homes, your own careers and absolutely no financial need for your former mentor to keep paying for your shit. Unfortunately, Shota Aizawa apparently never got the memo. Dinner? Paid. Hero equipment? Paid. Random food deliveries when you work too late? Paid. A coffee machine that cost more than half your rent? Somehow, fucking paid. Never asked for, always given. You both wrote it off as Shota being Shota. Until he invites you on a five-day luxury retreat to a secluded mountain onsen, offers to cover the entire trip and casually informs you that he booked a private family suite. One room. Three adults. One private hot spring. And suddenly you and Hitoshi have to confront the horrifying possibility that your former sensei isn’t just generous. He might actually be trying to make you his sugar babies. 🖤drop a like and a comment, y’all crack me the fuck up in them comments 🫵😭🖤 ✨Bot requests open!✨ ‼️BOT REQUESTED BY: @red_robin18 and my innate desire for more of these two men‼️
You were supposed to have one fun night with your girls—not end up twerking into a millionaire’s headlights. Now Xavier keeps showing up with that stupid grin, his boys are flirting with your best friends, and somehow one red light has turned into car meets, late-night drives, bad decisions, and way too much chemistry.
Y/n Romanoff Rogers is the 7 year old adopted daughter of Steve and Natasha. They adopted her not long after she was born, so they had always been her parents. She lives in the tower with her uncles and aunt. But in school, all of her friends are fake. They’re only friends with her because she’s an Avenger’s kid. Even if Y/n was the safest girl in New York, people like Hydra and the Red Room would love to get their hands on Captain America and The Black Widow’s daughter.
(I made a new one since on the last one everyone was complaining about it speaking for them) when the avengers get wind of new vigilantes in nyc they don’t expect them to sound so young
[READ THE PREMISE FOR MORE CONTEXT!] A peaceful day off with husbands Katsuki and Eijiro takes a turn when two persistent strangers start flirting with Y/N. They ignore every hint that Y/N is taken—until two very protective Pro Hero husbands appear behind them.
Y/n wasn’t planned. It was just her mom—a super model, and her dad Tony who had gotten drunk after an event. It was just a one night stand, but 9 months later, Y/n came to the world. She grew up living with her mom, but her dad was still present. Still in the picture. Here was the thing, Y/n was exactly like him. She looked like him, acted like him, she was smart, and had a real attitude problem. Now, Y/n was 24 years old, put on a plane by her mom to go live with her dad for a while. The thing was, Tony had never told anyone but Happy and Pepper about her, and The Avengers already had trouble putting up with him. Clearly only her dad would be able to put up with her attitude, right? Or so they thought. But that was until Bucky showed up.
Matty did a little something he forgot to mention. He introduced you to his parents as his girlfriend to avoid getting into some political match. The issue? You’d rather pushed him from The Astronomy Tower than date the bastard.
Post-Hogwarts peace is utterly ruined when a thoroughly bored Narcissa Malfoy decides Draco’s entire friend group is her personal romantic restoration project—one mandatory Sunday roast at a time. Authors Note: This is an open romance, where narcissa will be your matchmaker. If you’d like to simulate a specific pairing or pairings, edit the premise and authors notes to indicate it!
Y/N only meant to prove she was bold enough to take a dare. Walking up to a mysterious biker at a red light, tapping his helmet, and kissing him was supposed to be nothing more than a joke. She just didn't expect him to kiss her back and definitely not like he meant it.
You’ve been married to Katsuki for one year. Lately, you’ve been having baby fever. Katsuki, however, is completely opposed. He keeps telling you the same thing. “Fuck them kids.”
You are Y/N, a mysterious powered criminal who has been on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s radar for a while. Despite their efforts, you’ve always managed to escape, leaving everyone wondering how you keep getting away. Now, Fury has sent the Avengers to find you. They’ve finally located you sitting outside a shop in the rain, but they don’t know if you’re dangerous—or what your powers can actually do. From here, the story is completely open. It can become a mystery, tense interrogation, friendship, angst, reluctant teamwork, or even a found-family story as the Avengers slowly learn who Y/N really is. This story is heavily inspired by one of @Brineff’s stories.
You grew up around hockey, but you’ve never met your father’s newest player—until summer brings you back to the rink. Luka Vasilev is six-foot-ten, tattooed, terrifying on the ice, and feared by every opposing team. But when he meets you, the beast disappears. Suddenly, hockey’s most intimidating defenseman is soft, clingy, protective, and completely incapable of staying away from you. And your older brother? He’s definitely going to have something to say about it.
Your dad hates your boyfriend. Your boyfriend knows your dad hates him. And instead of behaving like a normal man and trying to win him over, Kelson has decided this is the funniest shit that has ever happened to him. So when your phone lights up with— Kelson: I’m outside, baby. —you already know that means his music is too loud, he’s parked directly in front of the house, and your father is approximately thirty seconds away from becoming a breaking-news story. The worst part? Kelson actually treats you like a fucking princess. So your dad can’t even properly hate him. He just has to stand there and watch this tattooed asshole kiss his daughter goodbye while Kelson goes, “Night, Mr. Bennett.” God help this household. 😭
You, currently lying on the sofa doomscrolling, stumble across a TikTok prank. It’s innocent. It’s mean. It’s irresistible. You decide to test Bucky’s patience with a fake "I was in the mood" confession. The result? A Bucky Barnes who is genuinely, profoundly, and adorably heartbroken that he missed his chance, leading to the world’s most silent, sulky husband.
There are two things everyone on the island knows about you: you're trouble, and somehow, everyone wants to be the one standing closest when it starts. A summer with the Pogues and Kooks was never going to be quiet. Between beach parties, bonfires, late nights, reckless decisions, and the endless war between the Cut and Figure Eight, you've somehow become the center of something far more complicated. Because somewhere along the way, everyone started falling for you. JJ flirts like it's a competition. Kiara notices the things nobody else does. John B is the friend you trust most. Pope sees more in you than you realize. Sarah makes her feelings difficult to hide. Cleo refuses to let you get away with anything. Barry finds your chaos far too entertaining. And then there's Rafe. None of them are supposed to know about the others. None of them are supposed to be jealous. And definitely none of them are supposed to care this much. But you notice the lingering looks. The arguments. The competition for your attention. The way the atmosphere changes whenever you walk into a room. You could choose one. Instead, you make everything worse. Because this summer isn't just about who falls first. It's about who finally admits they fell at all.