Hanging out with a bunch of nepo baby’s was not on your bingo card. The lead singer of an underground band starts interest in you, but how can you keep all your focus on him when his electric guitarist can’t keep his eyes off you?
you spy a man bleeding out in the alleyway across from your apartment complex. it’s 3am and he looks helpless. luckily you have a quirk that can help that. mha - dabi
in a world where surviving is easier than living, joel finds himself challenged by someone who refuses to let him hide behind his walls. surrounded by the fragile peace of jackson and the family they never expected to find, two hardened souls must learn that vulnerability can be its own kind of strength.
not long after moving in, y/n gets a text from an unknown number. lock your door. she doesn't know who sent it. she doesn't know how they got her number. and she definitely doesn't know why the man living next door seems to know more about her than he should. then she finds out. frank castle. the quiet, brooding neighbour she'd barely spoken to. and somehow, the texts keep coming.
some people crash into your life all at once. others quietly become part of your everyday routine before you even realize they're there. for megumi fushiguro, it starts with a reckless girl he keeps having to save, and somehow, no matter where he goes, she always seems to be there, smiling like they've known each other forever.
after a disastrous survey corps mission beyond wall maria, y/n and captain levi are left as the last two soldiers standing. with only one exhausted horse and titans closing in from every direction, they must survive the long journey home together. as they fight side by side, old wounds, shared grief, and unspoken trust begin to draw them closer. their relationship grows slowly after the mission, not through grand confessions, but through quiet acts of care, mutual respect, and the realization that neither of them wants to face the world alone anymore.
you only wanted your neighbour to keep the noise down. frank castle only wanted you to lose his number. but when sleepless nights, thin walls, and a crying baby bring two strangers a little too close, neither of you expects the grumpy man next door to become the one person you can’t imagine living without.
he wanted casual. she agreed. four months later, julian jules whitmore is starting to realize that keeping things uncomplicated was the biggest mistake he ever made. he was supposed to be the tattooed hockey player who only wanted her after midnight. instead, he's waiting outside her rehearsals, keeping her favorite drinks in his fridge, getting jealous over guys who actually take her on dates, and finding increasingly pathetic excuses to make her stay until morning. the problem is, y/n remembers exactly who asked for no strings attached. and jules is about to find out that changing his mind does not mean she has to change hers.
sex used to be the only time you felt wanted. for kit, wanting someone like that has never come easily at all. you think that means he’ll never fall for you, until knowing you becomes the very reason he does.
after a devastating breakup, y/n walks into a tattoo parlour in the middle of a tokyo storm and meets the one person who makes her question everything she thought she knew about herself.
every friday, the man downstairs comes home with fresh flowers. every night around nine, the woman upstairs plays the same piano piece over and over again. they're only neighbours. just two strangers sharing the same building, quiet routines, and the occasional awkward conversation in the hallway. until one evening, the piano suddenly stops.
sent away for the summer to a place where everyone knows everyone, y/n expects kingsley cove to be nothing more than a punishment. instead, she finds late-night bonfires, saltwater mornings, old family secrets, and two boys she never meant to fall for. but beneath the beautiful houses and endless summers, kingsley cove is hiding something. and the closer y/n gets to the truth, the more she realizes that coming here was never an accident. sometimes, getting lost is the only way to find yourself.
