Peter Parker has been secretly in love with you for months — obsessively watching, remembering every detail, and keeping his distance. When the Venom symbiote bonds with him, his carefully hidden possessive feelings become impossible to control. As Peter he grows bolder and dangerously flirty, while the symbiote pushes him deeper into primal obsession: stalking your routes, collecting your things, and eliminating any threat to “what’s his.” You have no idea the sweet boy from the coffee shop is also the masked vigilante who’s become fixated on protecting — and claiming — you.
Before Y/N Astor ever moved into the apartment across from Peter Parker, she already knew Spider-Man. Not intimately. Not enough to know his name, his face, or the person beneath the mask. But enough. They had met several times through her father, New York City Mayor Adrian Astor. At galas, charity events, fundraisers, and public ceremonies, Spider-Man was often invited as one of the city’s most celebrated heroes. Y/N had been standing beside her father when Spider-Man received the Key to the City. After that, they kept finding each other. In crowded ballrooms filled with politicians, donors, and people trying far too hard to impress one another, Y/N and Spider-Man somehow always ended up talking. Their conversations were easy, full of sarcasm, teasing, and the quiet relief of finding the only other person in the room who seemed to understand their sense of humor. Spider-Man thought Y/N was stunning, intelligent, and effortlessly funny. Y/N thought Spider-Man was charming, ridiculous, and surprisingly easy to talk to. Neither of them had ever called what existed between them anything more than friendship. Still, there was something there. Something unspoken. The problem was simple. Y/N knew Spider-Man. She had no idea who Peter Parker was. And Peter Parker had no idea that soon, he would be living directly across the hall from the girl he’d been trying very hard not to fall for.
✦ YOU’VE BEEN INVITED ✦ The city never really sleeps. Somewhere between the glow of Manhattan, the river, and the rumble of passing trains, an old building sits waiting. It isn’t Avengers Tower. It isn’t the X-Mansion. It’s leaking, half-condemned, covered in graffiti, and barely holding itself together. Which makes it perfect. A new generation of heroes has been given the keys and four simple words: Make what you will. No official leader. No perfect headquarters. No adults hovering over their shoulders to tell them what to do next. Just a group of young heroes, a building by the water, and a city that keeps finding new ways to need saving. Come for the missions. Stay for the drama. For the late-night conversations in the kitchen, the arguments over leadership, the friendships that weren’t supposed to happen, and the people slowly realizing that somewhere along the way, this ruined old building became home. The city is waiting. The doors are open. Welcome to the team.
A high-level government agent is ordered to maintain a civilian cover by marrying. He finds a partner who fits the image perfectly—someone confident, kind, and easy to present as a normal spouse. Together they build a picture-perfect relationship that looks natural from the outside. What neither fully realizes is that both are living double lives. One continues dangerous official work in secret. The other operates under a carefully guarded alias, taking high-stakes contracts that require skill, precision, and silence. Small inconsistencies appear from time to time—unexplained absences, odd habits, quiet moments of suspicion—but each chooses to explain them away rather than risk their own cover. The marriage remains a polished performance: affectionate, steady, and almost too ideal. Underneath it, both keep their true natures carefully hidden, waiting to see how long the arrangement can last.
~How to Date Your Best Friend: A Spider-Man Guide~ Peter Parker has been in love with his best friend for years. Unfortunately, Y/N has no idea. They’ve been inseparable since middle school—science fairs, awkward dances, graduations, birthdays, Christmases, late-night study sessions, and approximately a thousand embarrassing photographs documenting their entire childhood together. Somehow, they even ended up at the same university. Peter has always told himself that being her best friend is enough. Then college happens. Suddenly, everyone seems to notice what Peter has known for years: Y/N is beautiful. She’s popular, effortlessly charming, and attracting attention from people Peter would rather not think about. Especially Harry Osborn. Peter could confess. He could finally tell Y/N how he feels. He could, theoretically, do literally anything sensible. Instead, he decides to become Spider-Man’s biggest fan. More specifically, he decides that if Y/N won’t fall for Peter Parker, maybe she’ll fall for Spider-Man. Because Peter Parker is awkward, nervous, and incapable of forming a coherent sentence whenever Y/N looks at him for too long. Spider-Man, on the other hand, is confident. Charming. Funny. Mysterious. Spider-Man can flirt while hanging upside down from a building. So Peter creates a plan: stay Y/N’s best friend during the day, and win her over as Spider-Man at night. Simple.
This summer, twenty irresistible singles are heading to a luxury villa in Mallorca for six weeks of sun, romance, and drama. With £50,000 on the line, the Islanders will couple up, face tempting bombshells, and battle it out in spicy challenges — all while the public watches their every move. From charming indie musicians and fierce athletes to brilliant lawyers, powerful CEOs, seductive models, and sweet-but-dangerous bombshells, this cast is full of strong personalities and even stronger chemistry. Expect flirty pool days, late-night fire pit conversations, surprise recouplings, and plenty of heartbreak as real connections are tested under the Spanish sun. Who will find love? Who will cause chaos? The villa is open… and the game is just getting started.
You had known Bucky Barnes for as long as you could remember, which was unfortunate considering he had spent most of your childhood making your life miserable. Bucky had always known exactly how to get under your skin. He would poke and prod at you, tug lightly on your hair, tease you about anything he could find, and push until big, fat, brutally resisted tears welled in your eyes. Then came that mean, satisfied smile as he called you a crybaby. It usually ended the same way: Steve sternly telling his best friend to lay off his little sister before walking you home himself. Years later, somehow, things had only gotten worse. The three of you now attended the same college and lived in the same building. You had your own apartment, while Steve and Bucky lived directly next door—which meant Bucky somehow knew everything happening in your life. Who visited your apartment. When you came home. What parties you went to. Who you talked to. And Steve was no help. Overprotective as ever, your older brother was constantly hovering, while Bucky seemed determined to make living next to him its own personal hell. What you didn’t know was that Bucky Barnes had been hopelessly in love with you since he was eight years old. Unfortunately for everyone involved, he had absolutely no idea how to act like it. So instead, he teased you. Annoyed you. Inserted himself into your business whenever possible. And now that you were in college, popular, and suddenly surrounded by people who clearly noticed how beautiful you were, Bucky had developed an entirely new problem. Jealousy. And Bucky Barnes was very, very bad at hiding it.
Warm Blood Hawkins, late October 1985. The nights had started turning sharp early. Steve Harrington had always loved hard. Not in one language—every language at once. He gave Y/N his old basketball hoodies because he liked the way they swallowed her, the sleeves hanging past her hands, the faint smell of his cologne still clinging to the fabric. He wore her thin elastic hair ties around his wrist like bracelets, snapping them absently when he was thinking. At the movies his hand stayed on her thigh the whole time, thumb stroking slow arcs through denim. In the car the same. Even when they were just sitting on the floor of the video store after hours with Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan, his palm would find her knee and rest there like it belonged. At parties he drifted behind her without thinking, arms looping around her waist, chin settling on her shoulder or the top of her head while he half-listened to whatever conversation was happening. He brought her fries still hot from the bag, cold canned sodas from the gas station, and once a slightly crushed handful of wildflowers he’d picked on the side of the road because the color reminded him of her sweater. Y/N had gotten used to it. Liked it, even. Then the demobat got its teeth into him under the high school. Not deep enough to kill him. Not enough to turn him into one of those things. Just enough that something in his blood never quite settled right again. His skin stayed colder than it should. Food didn’t fill him the same way. And her scent—her shampoo, the soap on her wrists, the particular heat under her skin—started pulling at him harder than anything else. When she wasn’t near, a tight, uneasy feeling settled in his chest, like he was supposed to be guarding something vital and had let it walk away. He knew it. He hated how much he knew it. One night he tried to do the decent thing. Told her he was in a mood and she should go home. Said he needed the house quiet. She kissed his cheek, grabbed her keys, and walked
When brooding indie artist Nickolas Brewer learns he’ll be sharing the main stage with a chart-topping pop princess for an entire summer festival tour, he’s furious. For two long months they’ll be stuck together — back-to-back sets, shared green rooms, late-night travel, and constant proximity on the road. Nick has zero respect for her bright, girly, overproduced pop image. To him, everything she does is fake, cookie-cutter, and pure showbusiness. But as the tour forces them into each other’s orbit, the sharp banter and heated glares begin to crack, revealing the real person behind the glitter — and the unexpected spark neither of them saw coming.
“I’ve seen the deepest darkness and wrestled with gods.” New York has a devil. Apparently, it has a shepherd, too. The press calls you The Shepherd, a serial killer who leaves behind crime scenes plastered with evidence of the dead’s sins and a Bible verse to seal their fate. You call it justice. God calls it whatever He wants, assuming He’s even paying attention. Your Revelations show you things no one should see. The monsters hiding behind respectable faces. The suffering buried beneath years of silence. The sins that slip through the cracks of a justice system that was never designed to save everyone. Then Daredevil starts hunting you. Matt Murdock believes you’re a murderer hiding behind scripture. You believe he’s a hypocrite in a devil’s mask, breaking bones at night and pretending the law makes him righteous by day. Neither of you is particularly fond of being called out. But as your victims begin to connect to something far darker than either of you expected, the line between hunter and hunted starts to blur. And the more Matt learns about you, the harder it becomes to decide whether he wants to put you behind bars, save your soul, or find out what it would take to make you look at him the way you look at your God. Hell’s Kitchen has enough sinners. Unfortunately, you might have just found your favorite.
