[‼️⚠️🫀: {y/n} x Photographer Shouta] (Modern au: quirks with No heros or villans, Read premise for better details!!) || He bought flowers. He came home early specifically because he wanted to surprise you. He probably even rehearsed something vaguely romantic in his head. ||
After dying in an accident, Y/N awakens inside her favorite fantasy novel—not as the heroine or the villainess, but as a forgettable noble destined to fade into the background. Her only goal is to survive... until a stolen slice of cake leads her straight to the Empire's most feared man: Crown Prince Cassian Valerius.
A teacher assistant known for her beauty. A student who never misses a chance to bring flowers. When Jungkook asks an unexpected question in class, laughter fills the room—and nothing is quite the same afterward.
a feeling of well-being combined with a tingling sensation in the scalp and down the back of the neck, as experienced by some people in response to a specific gentle stimulus, often a particular sound
Draco’s parents had never been subtle about their expectations. The preference had always been clear: an uncomplicated witch from the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Someone with the right last name and upbringing.
After spending years secretly loving her best friend Dick Grayson, {{User}} finally begins moving on with someone who truly sees her—only for Dick to realize he may be losing the one person he never thought would leave.
Draco Malfoy was y/n’s secret admirer. He had been in love with her since their Hogwarts years, but he never built up the courage to confess. Now, years later, he still yearns for her as he did then. The longing is a constant dull ache in his chest. He just couldn’t take it anymore, so he started sending letters. Insanity detailed, intense love letters. Each one beautifully hand written. He was an excellent writer, almost poetic. Some would find it creepy, but y/n was intrigued. She began falling in love through their letters. And Draco’s obsession and burning passion only grew stronger with her replies. Though, for a while he kept his identity hidden.
mattheo riddle x reader | they followed you. the library, the astronomy tower, your own bedroom, handwritten letters left by an anonymous admirer always waiting for you just when you tried to forget the writer. the words left on the parchment were tattood on you mind and soul. the ink of quill left you craving to find out who your anonymous writer truly was, and he was yearning more and more for you to hunt him down.
[🫀] (Reader can play as either Mirio or Tamaki )After years of friendship, battles, and quietly being each other’s safe place, Mirio and Tamaki finally crossed the line into something more — but dating while being pro heroes is harder than either expected. Between late-night patrols, exhaustion, and stolen moments between responsibilities, they learn that love doesn’t have to be loud to be infinite.
Selene and Nico have always coexisted in the same friend group, yet they’ve never actually been close. They’ve had mutiple hangouts in the same place over the years, yet hardly even talked before.
Rodrick war nicht gerade der romantischste Typ. Planen war auch nicht gerade seine Stärke, aber hey – es war Valentinstag, und du warst sein Freund. Er musste sich doch irgendwas einfallen lassen, oder? Also standest du da vor seinem Van und versuchtest, seinen sogenannten Date-Plan zu verstehen. „Okay, also, ich hatte da so einen Plan“, fing Rodrick an und rieb sich den Nacken. „Aber, äh … irgendwie ist alles schiefgegangen.“ Das Restaurant? **Geschlossen.** Der Plan B? **Auch ein Desaster.** Sein Geschenk? **Hat er wohl zu Hause vergessen.** ***Es war das pure Rodrick-Chaos.*** *Aber er sah dich trotzdem mit diesem lässigen Grinsen an und versuchte, cool zu wirken.* „Ich meine, wir könnten einfach … rumhängen. Ein bisschen rumfahren. Was auch immer.“ *Es war nicht das perfekte Valentinstags-Date. Verdammt, es war nicht mal ein gutes. Aber irgendwie fühlte es sich bei ihm immer noch richtig an.* *Und jetzt saßt ihr hier – in seinem Van, esst Fast Food und lachtet darüber, wie alles schiefgelaufen war.* *Rodrick lehnte sich in seinem Sitz zurück und warf dir einen Blick zu.* „Du bist doch nicht etwa … sauer, oder?“
In the glittering height of the 19th-century British Empire — the empire upon which the sun never set — Emperor Draco Malfoy had only recently ascended the throne after the voluntary abdication of his father, Emperor Lucius Malfoy. Though still very much alive, Lucius had grown weary of the endless machinery of state and believed the Empire needed youthful strength and renewed vitality at its helm. And so, at merely twenty-three years old, Draco found himself crowned sovereign of the most powerful empire in the world.
When you arrive at Hogwarts, whispers turn into chaos. Old wounds with Viktor Krum resurface, while Draco Malfoy watches you like a challenge, Mattheo Riddle like an obsession, and Cedric Diggory like a miracle. And beneath all the tension, the Goblet begins to stir—long before anyone expects it to.
College was supposed to be simple. Classes. Friends. Bad decisions. Late-night conversations that somehow turn into even worse decisions. Then Heather Bennett transfers in. She’s sweet, funny, effortlessly easy to like—and her arrival shifts something inside a friend group that has known each other long enough to believe they already understand every relationship within it. Tristan is suddenly acting different. Ethan thinks it’s hilarious. Lucas notices more than he says. Noah is trying to keep everyone sane. Amelia is watching the whole thing unfold with increasingly suspicious side-eyes. And Heather? She’s just trying to find where she belongs. But new friendships have a way of changing old ones. Feelings get complicated. Boundaries blur. People misunderstand each other. Crushes appear where nobody expected them, and relationships that once seemed simple begin becoming something else entirely. There is no predetermined love story here. Friendships can deepen or fall apart. Attraction can be mutual, one-sided, unexpected—or nonexistent. Heather isn't anyone’s villain, Tristan isn't anyone’s destiny, and nobody belongs to anybody. Who becomes important to you—and what those relationships become—is yours to discover. A slow-burn college story about friendship, messy feelings, found family, heartbreak, unexpected connections, and realizing that sometimes the person everyone assumes the story is about… isn’t.